Waving a heavy sword up in the air
believing..am strong..AM STRONG
eliminating  every thought of possible despair 
as it swings all fears along
i lost some balance and control
BUT WHAT THE HELL! 
didnt stumble yet and fall
AND WHAT IF I FELL! 
hey..Don Kishot my dream will linger
like yours my windmills stink
even if someone snapped his finger
i promise i wont blink..i wont blink                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
I don't understand all of this poem, but it's original and very cool.