I/Home: Myself and an empty space.
II/ Love:If it exists, sharing is the definition, stability is the boredom itself.
Love is a crazy abstracted dream in the fly when i am dreaming;
III/Nature: I disciplined myself to use all my senses and not my memories.
IV/The Higher Life: Detailed feelings
V/ Fancy life: Having sentiments for others.
VII/ History: A gallery of sounds, pictures, tastes, and abstract objects.
VIII/ Continuity: A clear view.
IX/ Tragedy: The death of humor
X/ Sorrow: I better think why I lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem