Loving, losing, longing for the past, dreaming of solitary emotions, strongly existing in images,
giving pleasure and sadness in exactly the same moments.
Gasping inside, trying hard to breathe, yet trying to move about without a murmur escaping.
Sleeping interiorly, giving off expectant hopes to anyone passing by, noticing what I am feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what i like most is the style of writing...a nice poem i like it