Catching rhythms, spying an empty piece of paper, filling it up with complete descriptions of life through words.
Always being connected to one another, never leaving one without grasping the next one in line.
A collective array of poetical meanings set in sentences of definitions in everyday life.
Missing nothing, seeing all things around me as they become subjects of my imagination on once blank pieces of paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem