Can someone help me to translate in a better poetic english this poem? I wrote a poem in spanish and I translated it into english, but I think is not a very poetic translation. I would be very happy if you help me: there were millions dancing around me, sliding vertiginously to no place, I went through the membrane now I only remain, I have arrived at the white preamble of life, who I am, before being what I will be why me? perhaps they did not want to survive know the ecstasy, I will dance for you all the dance of the one who dreams I will reach the world as a foreigner of light

Could somebody help me with this text? thanks so much Today is 04/16/19. When I write every day in the diary I always look at the numbers. As if they wanted to tell me something. 04/16/19 It seems like another day, but I like to think that it hides something. What do I hide? What would I like to convey? When I wake up I see it clearly. I leave many parts of myself to stay with a piece of light. That can be sharp, even dark. But they are crumbs that feed. There is the trick. Throughout the day my mind disperses again and to fill things. I feel it like sticky chewing gum to which dust and stars are attached. The doubt is terrible. The euphoria goes on and on and the stars are blue and shine. And I look for the target. And I run. And I feel my breathing grow and my voice calming down. Recycling is a meticulous or rageful exercise. Just one head with two equal hemispheres or the repetition of an image in your head. Turn it as is. Do not want to be soft. Do not talk about love. At the end of the day you are you and your pain is the experience. You are awake to your pain. Are you awake. And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick. (this is a translation from Google Traductor so i guees is not metaforic or intelectual and i would like something like that) (i can help you with your spanish) =))

You are awake to your pain. Are you awake. And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick. Today is 04/16/19. When I write every day in the diary I always look at the numbers. As if they wanted to tell me something. 04/16/19 It seems like another day, but I like to think that it hides something. What do I hide? What would I like to convey? When I wake up I see it clearly. I leave many parts of myself to stay with a piece of light. That can be sharp, even dark. But they are crumbs that feed. There is the trick. Throughout the day my mind disperses again and to fill things. I feel it like sticky chewing gum to which dust and stars are attached. The doubt is terrible. The euphoria goes on and on and the stars are blue and shine. And I look for the target. And I run. And I feel my breathing grow and my voice calming down. Recycling is a meticulous or rageful exercise. Just one head with two equal hemispheres or the repetition of an image in your head. Turn it as is. Do not want to be soft. Do not talk about love. At the end of the day you are you and your pain is the experience. You are awake to your pain. Are you awake. And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick. I want to translate it in a more metaphoric or intelectual way, but I don´t have the words. thanks so much for helping. In return I can help you with your spanish.

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can someone help me please, i help you with your spanish ¿can you help me with this little anecdote? thanks :) i can help you with your spanish 3 drops under the tongue. The dream trip of each afternoon. The coast with its swimsuits and children with shovels. And I in my dream breathing, up to the cliff, to the ruins, to where the young people dive. And I'm already sitting facing away, with the sun on the left. There is a yellow flag, as in my heart. The fish are cold and here all this sand ... I should buy an ice cream and not think it is weak and people who take sweet and fat and sits every afternoon on the couch to watch TV. I'll go talk to the gas station man, who is fat as Santa Claus and philosopher like Seneca, because he once told me about Mount Olympus when I bought him cigarettes, and now I always wonder what he's doing. Yesterday I entered the supermarket and the plantains were very yellow, and a man looked at me: She's on drugs. But I am no longer to explain, I am not interested in the people who have the mind throw an iceberg and does not understand the theater. The shame has a very low vibration. The man at the gas station would understand.

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I´m disconnected from rrss I´m disconnected/switch off/ out of? from rrss. I feel myself healthier. I eat better, practice some sport and i see more time the sun light. I´ve come back to meditation. I enjoy time reading and writing. I´ve bought some make up and im ruined lol. Definitely I feel better with myself. I don´t know, with more energy, more vital and more focused on the things that really matter. It seems this things have nothing to do with using rrss like instagram, etc but they have to/do?. They have a lot/do a lot?. I know i´ll get connected/hooked? again, that ill gossip Jaden Smith girlfriend and ill see all your stories. I know ill have obligations and thing to do and ill lost my time. I know ill be the stupid girl each time i connect the camera. I know that, pero now i prefer being with my phone out of my reach and publish in a more practical way. Rrss are good until they get out of our hand. At the end, we finish being slaves of ourselves. The most i miss is lying serenely to talk with some cybernetic friend about life. But real life is out there and we forget it. Now im listening the boiling water, im going to put two tea bags. I hug you. Thanks for your correction and time, its my first post! :)