Strobe lights now shattering the darkness in tune
with musical rhythms that totally captivate intell-
ect with a solid and tight grasp.
One that keeps melodies from escaping, loving the
syncopation that follows so closely, that of the
musicians.
Leaning into measures that are left hanging onto
somber memories that never seem to want to let go
at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem