Memories dangling like earrings from my mind, always present and
beautiful, thoughtful, viable and constant, a treasure trove of
ideas, concepts and data to go through when writing.
Traversing imagination on avenues of daydreams, finding that life
coincides with other dimensions, watching breathlessly as their
depths open up to mind-awakening moments and placed in prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem