It is like a rose,
That pierces the skin to the touch
Arousing one sense,
Infuriating the others; back to rest
It is like an emotion,
You can’t simply grasp it eternally
Nevertheless, a sentiment,
That will surely never be forgotten
It is like a treasure,
That is engulfed in abstract riches
It is never enough,
A swift pass, leaving solitary traces
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades den 11 november 2013 vid Poiso, Maderia.
