From the orchestra of sensations
only moments are stopped in time.
They remain,
they last like an inclusion hidden in amber.
The past veiled by the memory
of stone nature.
My mind are the corals of the past,
monads of memories
immersed in a whirl of madness.
The corals of the future crystallize
into indeterminacy.
Fortune will materialize tomorrow.
Translated by Artur Komoter
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