Man:
the mountain is always secret
sometimes it can shine
like a magic pond of an awesome urchin
on top your mother
the she-wolf nurslings the deer
sometimes the piglet visits
up with paradise birds
the mountain can be fiery
when the lava becomes
center of being and enlightenment
Wolf:
the mountain is home to you
but also smurfs-poets
I can dream about the top
together with the mountain
I am able to discover homelands
a mountain that can move
must be lunar or of paradise
coming from the island
of a lyrical perfection
or simply of the philosophy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem