Aggressive rhythms take hold of this brain, making it known
that they will always have a place to live in this mind,
taking dares and challenges in the light of day and ebony
darkness of another night, standing upright.
Tossing notes and tones back and forth in turn, forever look-
ing towards a horizon that's being filled with music in synch
with a life that's been brought totally into scriptures and
eternity of an entire lifetime, all rhythms living alone in
peace forevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem