In front of the house where I live with myself

There was an incredible agitation.

All human kind had gathered there

And wanted to pass through my verses.

I could hardly thwart the waves of people,

Running everywhere, all sweat,

To give entry numbers.

There were forests, mountains and moonlights there:

They had heard something about poetry

And came, out of habit.

To make happy both people and nature

I was choosing the strongest,

And asking them to take in their arms,

Along with their own joys and sorrows,

A tree or a mountain,

And only like that I would throw them

In some verse.

Some very beautiful women

Were holding the Gobi dessert on four corners

Wanting to give it to me as a gift

I was touched, thanked them and accepted it,

Although I had been in love before.