Waiting and feeling content with what is going on inside
of me, traipsing through a wonderland of adventure that
continually is being added to through imagination.
Perhaps the only entertainment I have these days because
I am so busy with writing poetry.
Embellishing life with words of wisdom, my own and that
of other poets all over the world.
Thinking and collecting many ideas and inventions,
clarifying every one of them through intellect.
So intense and concentrated that no one can reach me
unless shaking me for a while.
Always going deeper and deeper into my subconsciousness
where I can be totally alone to write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem