Living in a vacuum, wanting to reach beyond it, not being
able to because of my existence, standing behind pillars
of yesterday.
Wondering how to express interior particles of being, not
sure which direction they wish to travel in.
Keeping them together, collecting their essence within all
senses, hoping to be able to find my way in the future of
a destiny that has already been placed in another horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem