Rehearsing daily, finding pictures being put in albums
already for the future.
Seeing them being taken by interior cameras and developed
here in many words.
Noticing that all of them are of a new love, holding
tenderly, silently, with a heart that belongs to only one.
Feeling this love touching interiorly, wanting to feel
it's intensity even more, knowing that it will become
stronger in the near future.
Becoming the pictures already being seen, giving them a
reality of their own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem