Incessantly beating in my mind with acrimonious talent, saturating it with a myriad of tones from yesterday, today and the future.
Blowing always into my mind, taking care to never let a bit of it go on by.
Keeping it everlastingly tied to my intellect as I write every day, sending pictures to my brain, so I will always write from them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem