Shadows of being, walking down hallways of lasting memories,
touching them individually, bringing them to life.
Wanting to relive each one in their vibrant stages from
birth to adulthood, liking their memories, loving their
feelings and taking care to never forget any of them.
Listening to each thought as they wander in and out of a
lasting emptiness left interiorly throughout this difficult
and tumultuous life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem