Following musical tones down lanes of memories, involving myself in their images once again, just to feel where I've been going and to guide me where I need to go in the future.
Holding on to treasuring benefits as they close around me in anticipation of a beautiful day on tomorrow's horizons.
Tasting the freedom of being alone on tables of featured pantomines, treating ideas to a plethora of anti-aging thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem