Retrieving visions from behind black curtains, hurrying to portray poetical circumstances in books for eternal memories.
Resisting temptations, folding in upon myself, wondering, tipping it's hat and allowing curiosity to delve into mysteries contained in life's forests and deserts of their liking.
Awakening from death's sleep, walking into and out of catacombs, searching for truths of existence at hands of intrusive masters.
Placating insistent behaviors with mild trances of contemplation.
Viewing everything in photographic pictures on a screen of lifetime images.
Growing ever larger with every passing day.
Emerging in the end on pages of selective definitions and meanings.
Portraits explaining what living has wrought in our pathways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem