I do not require the faux buzz, of the sordid
And the spectacular, in order to feel more
'Alive'. For now, I'm content with the long, slow
Hours of silence where the fresh ideas breed.
I do not need a torrent of distractions, for
The warm poetry, behind elaborate masks,
Speaks so knowingly of endless interiors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem