Reciting many lines from past poems, letting them
live again in other's memories.
Long life has a particular meaning in some areas,
taking many moments, blending them into abstractions
from another place.
Attracted by rhythms, as tempos keep picking up and
taking down pathways of another time.
Living and keeping step with the beating of my heart,
leaving particles alone inside this mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem