Single beats being brought together, gathering thoughts as
hiccups in the middle of drinking soda, letting it settle
down, moving around, never letting anything get away.
Holding onto the recordings of a beautiful time in life,
keeping secrets, never to let go, wanting them to be at
beck and call interiorly.
Now knowing and tackling any problems that may arise in
the center of another spot in life's moment, wondering
how to keep it all inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem