Strolling through intellect, heart being touched by the
memories being brought up in the light of this brand new
morning.
Tired of hanging around in life, wanting more than what
I have now, wishing to travel the whole world, meeting
new people, seeing all sorts of new sights and writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would never have thought this possible, but your poem makes impatience one of the virtues. The overflow of positive feelings and absolute need to share with as many people as possible informs your poem.I wonder if medieval troubadours felt this impatience to bring their song and poetry to isolated villages and castles. Or the bluesmen who traveled the back roads of the South to share the sweet blues with farm workers and laborers. It's the gift of poetry and song that must be shared. This is not a poem about tourism, it's a journey into sharing the finest thoughts with people who starved to hear just that excellence.