Living in the fascination of intellect where photographic
screens are kept, spheres holding everything, specific
images, pictures, ideas and thoughts.
All of it being encompassed in their own little orbs of
intellect, always at my beck and call when needing to rem-
ember anything in life.
Emotions and feelings in their own little spheres, never
forgotten, remembering images automatically, bringing them
into memories kept forever with feelings and emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem