'Stopping in midthought to take a break. Those sweet temptations...
That bitter-sweet tempting taste of a reality not so real.
A craving that strikes when the miraculous impurities of boredom hit you over the head.
When our imaginations interrupt our life
Suddenly we find it parading itself in front of us, when we look upon ourselves in the mirror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem