A few days after he seen the Rolling Stones concert with his brother, he went to Venice Beach.
While walking, he was captivated by the art of an artists.
Beautiful works,
some how capturing the increasing subtle
beauty of the soul in a woman's aging face,
the flagrant decay, that releases her souls mysterious powers,
how passion intertwines with pathos,
how a soul can be permanently stuck in Pluto's influence
. Emanating in the portraits of the faces of the African-Native American women
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem