I refuse to die – to be an oblivion.
I am addicted to the affection:
It is like leaving a seed
In another one to grow roots
and continue growing a part of your ground.
The autum only will be able to yellow my leaves,
To make them drop, to remove them in the winds.
Winter only will be able to whiten my figure.
But I will reborn every Spring and return
To reach fruition every Summer in your memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thoughtful consideration of the persistence of life. If you do don't live forever in yourself you live forever in memories. Good work says I