Walking slowly through the seasoning of music, listening
to tenuous and striated rhythms while writing, seeing an
interior beauty that flows through the atmosphere.
Tantalizing this poet's mind, profound senses being pilfer-
ed and resonating into neurons and synapses of this creative
brain, circulation going in and through intellect and being.
A complete and satisfying meeting of the mind within patterns
of this attentively creative brain throughout life and every-
thing being done through rhythmical reviews of measures in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem