Sharing what is ours,
longing but now it's time.
When is it possible?
- Story of an untold book.
Climbing my lap to sit,
relaxed but sparkling eyes.
What makes it real?
- Voice of a loving father.
Beating heart on your back,
worried but perfect moment.
How can it endure?
- Infinite unifying verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem