Writing in the darkness
What hides in my nights
Makes me see more clearly
What is in the obscurity of my thoughts.
Composing a work,
A reflection of my vanity
Helps me to lose the imagination
And free all my contemplations
Just to escape from the freezing time
I am already far from the present
And yet close to the nearest past
I am living without my existence
This is my best moments
Of being suspended
In a zero gravity,
And in a vacuum of thoughts
These are my best moment of
Making the first crystal
Of simplicity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem