Walking among rhythms, hand in hand with their notes and
tones, feeling the difference they actually make in this
mind.
A freedom and liberty that holds onto an innate talent,
never letting go, knowing that is where a poet's energy
has been planted at the moment of conception.
Feeding and watering it throughout the years with rhythms,
notes, tones and tempos, allowing this poetical mind to
develop and create whole new worlds from imagery and music.
Feeling the flavors of many tantalizing moments touching
every sense and bringing them together into a poem meant
to travel the world on poem hunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem