Meeting my mind within intellect, capturing thoughts and
playing with them, teasing back and forth, enjoying the
humor developing between us constantly.
Living in spheres of subconsciousness, finding many ideas
coming to the surface as I write constantly from a poeti-
cal atmosphere that's forever in my intellect.
Music always being listened to, volume turned up so it
blocks out everything else around me, wanting to hear and
concentrate only on rhythms, tempos and notes.
All of them being emitted from melodies and harmonies alto-
gether, a blessedness being issued from a bluened light for-
ever, pleasing me no end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem