Just because you have no time to read
Never stop purchasing books, 
You travel through cars
And for so don't stop buying shoes
It is storm, I often see break their nest, 
Their eggs on ground- yolks out
After everything and always, 
In the silence of the post-storm morning
The she-birds helps the he-bird in collecting straws
Life is like the last glare of a blowing up lamp
It gives you time to read, to walk
And although for a short time
It let's you build your nest again                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    