The end is... 
the finish line 
of a spherical watterball 
revolving in a circle of 
lost in lot's of watter 
unable to bounce 
nor be delivered 
without a kick 
in order to finish 
the wonder marathon 
of life everlasting 
balloon in atmosphere 
in no danger for spikes 
nor the wood's burning.
Dec 17.2012                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    