Separate covers of memories at times hide feelings that
went with them in the past.
Sacrifices having been made, decisions given and answers
delivered in an inconsistent aspect whenever they have
been questioned time and again.
A sensuous pattern of desire always perpetrating energy
needed to compose poetry and music while painting and
drawing portraits, also coming to mind constantly in and
out of images of people I have known in childhood and
beyond.
Quality of times remembered in many tomes of poetical
reference that I have written through the years, loving
the essence and purity of subconsciousness as it relates
to the writing of intellect's existence deep within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem