All languages blend musically into poetry, full
of splendid images.
Life builds to a crescendo before leveling and
beating staccatoely within our hearts.
Words flow through neurons in our brains, making
connections and sense out of mere thoughts lying
about.
Breasts filling, eyes tearing at the beauty of
nature's sounds through musical poetry in many
languages - words of love translated into works
of art, Italianly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem