Those moments most remembered best.
Seem to be those spontaneous.
Done to do without announcement.
And caring less how one is dressed.
Impressions to make.
Or how long it takes,
To give consideration to distance.
It's a spark unexpected.
Coming to invite a surprising ride,
On an unscheduled electric wave.
Thinking not about what ignited it.
Or when it began to start.
Until it is over. But...
Not over to forget to erase from memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem