Reflections mirroring whatever is being looked at, giving
many images to collect and gather into photographic screens.
All to be saved for later on when reunited with them in quiet
reposing of this mind.
Relaxing, recalling everyone of them, listening to rhythms,
translating each into their own poems, never leaving any of
them out in the cold.
Continually writing, keeping them safely inside every memory
that is filled with beautiful energy in picturesque landscapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem