Sun shining, sky filled with clouds, crossing vision
while stirring this poet's imagination, filling empty
spaces with thoughts of the past.
Memories never vanishing into the night, always collect-
ing images in order to make and etch videos onto photo-
graphic screens.
Hidden within a photographic memory that can't be seen
by anyone else, unless happening to notice that every
little detail is being seen and described in a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem