Running alongside a locomotive while writing, feeling it difficult at times to keep up, not wanting to lose balance, energy never failing.
Keeping self immersed in the beauty and intrigue of a creative process where being alone can be what God wants of this mere poet.
Knowing the difference between what God wants and human beings want, staying interiorly as much as possible for it's there that peace and serenity keep a poet's soul tranquil and whole throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem