Recovering from yesterday's grief, an uphill climb with
many pitfalls on the way, throwing me back into cavities
of sorrow again.
Recycling feelings, using them over and again through
the years as I find new tears to take on the job.
Circularly pivoting over many moments of life, reaching
for the images forever and ever.
Reliving them in seconds every day of life as I turn
towards my final horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem