In the parking lots of life, we have moments to gather
our thoughts, placing they into memories, keeping them
as little treasure to remember their times.
Genuine and sincere, sometimes being caught up in every-
day events while walking through the hallways of living
alone.
Strident and totally energetic, choosing moments to give
mention to through poems and poetical interludes when
writing at our desks at midnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem