Traveling through time, this life intensely living every moment fully, not wasting any because each of them is precious and needs to be touched by a photographic screen.
Preserving them forever, wishing and hoping in depths of belief and forgiveness, noticing everything, especially in nature.
Blossoms pure and free, taking this very soul into a natural environment of an imaginational reality as mind and intellect
keep listening to musical rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem