Action accumulating through the intensity of music and rhythms,
giving possibilities of life, a path in which to follow arbors
of delight, taking pathways of momentum.
Being given feelings of joy and sheer happiness, playing with
the coldness of this winter evening, walking over notes lying
in beds of measures awaiting the peace of another song.
One that takes mind and intellect along trails of another to-
morrow, feelings going into the ebony of a perfect night as it
unfolds, bringing the utmost joy in life and never mistaking
the unreality of distant futures of destiny, a perfect alibi
standing still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem