Songs bring smiles to faces as rhythms come forth, telling truths
of what has been done, listening, waiting to hear what is to be
in the future.
Knowing only that it will be whatever we were born to decipher what
it is in the coming years, writing, preparing for the future, placing
an interior trust that just keeps increasing in rhythms.
Running freely in rhythms, loving tempos that are penetrating their
levels of energy as wonder and curiosity always begin and end at the
forefront of every endeavor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem