Crossing words in puzzles, figuring out their definitions
and placing letters correctly into squares on boards made
of paper.
Anticipating extraordinary measures of thoughts needed to
make everything perfect, leaving out not a single thing
so I can picture the final and complete puzzle together.
Not a single piece ever missing, a feat of inner pleasure
time after time, life folding itself around each one com-
pleted, safely saved upon a photographic image.
Kept and stored deeply inside, yet never again needed to
be looked at for it will be remembered through the years,
an everlasting vision of a moment in time, a particle of
my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem