Rhythms tapping steadily in the background as a singer tells
her story in words of a person who wrote the lyrics once upon
a time.
Reaching for a time that can be resurrected in the silence of
another dimension where all of life is either fulfilled or
else ends in a hopelessness holding onto rhythms.
Rhythms that never seem to want to let go, being altogether
a reason on one's own to be immersed in a bluened light, a
sacred and beautiful way to find an interior spirit.
Soul adjusting, finding its way into the atmosphere of a
creative process of this mere poet, never having been wrong
in musical rhythms, always finding the essence and passion
as it flows so spiritually into the blue yonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem