golden reflections wander
in your eyes,
when you are glancing
at deep waters
there are only photographs
a landscape is silence
printed with words
often, increasingly engrossed
in our impetuous thoughts
we feel anxiety in hearts
waiting is worst
when the thought
is so just precipitating breath
this way it here is born a love
and imponderable
which we will get to know
(for CO)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is worthwhile continuing this cycle. For friends you it wrote with 'heart'. By your disciplined poetic workshop., there is no anxiety of neither chatting away through, nor the gushiness. These poems very well are understood. The reader will be not having to wrack his brains what you wrote. Apart from that, their excellent structure and the choice of words (the use of metaphors) is notable and praise. I like it very much :)