Riding along, seeing so many curious and interesting landscapes and their landmarks.
Traveling down highways, absorbing every detail in mirrored reflections, holding them up to the sunshine.
Illuminating every measure against itself, and filing it all away in storage containers of my inner mind, to be used later on photographic screens, trying to come back where they once were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem