Playing rhythms as they run across lines of pages, making up new
melodies with sincere patterns unfolding all the way into a totally
open field as it wavers in the beauty of nature.
Building melodies in the silence of a tempo as it races against
rhythms, never letting it get away from this poet, feeding passion
through desires as love suddenly comes into view, a positive scene
in which to play a mind with a sensitive passage in turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem