The essence of time
Here the words hold only a small plot of time,
How can I transfer the entire contents of a moment ?
The writing captures only the contour of emotion,
The bottom of things is in another dimension,
Where the mind is sailing randomly on his intuitions,
In meanders, where ephemeral connections are linked.
Here, the feeling of love activates the passion,
Here, a tenacious fragrance is in the air,
In the enclosure of one second where the gravity is lost,
The threshold of another space complex and nonlinear.
How to stay in this great state of grace,
Where, the time gives you the pleasure of its essence,
Where logic does not help,
To solve the riddle of the run of the time ?