Listening to music of the sixty's - upbeat, perfect rhythms touching and beautifying our teenage lives with taunting music of the Village People, YMCA being favorite.
Their music touching a musically rhythmic poetical mind,
loving how it has a place in a poet's life experiences, an innate talent recognized in other musicians throughout time.
Interesting, exciting and wonderful, culminating in depths of an intuitive attitude throughout their lives while listening and writing at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem