Never talking, just watching and listening to the wind
whispering its sonnets and beautiful melodies that con-
tinue to challenge this brain in the wonder of life.
A sensational moment of history in the life of a poet
that struggles, yet keeps on going, moving through all
rhythms like a train riding down the tracks.
Traveling at a locomotive's speed of musical moments,
timing and becoming the colors of sound as notes and
tempos continue to race towards the end of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem