Reigning in excitement, then having to let it go,
because my mind needs to expand itself in
imagination and not be kept from what it loves
to do.
Nothing seems to happen unless I think in musical
parables, benefiting the entire repertoire of
meanings I place in each poem.
Their ideals falling rapidly in every corner of
my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem