Righting minds and intellects in the midst of fantastic
music that continues to take us into tempos of a life,
always on time.
Totally in synch as tempos alight upon us, wandering a-
round the room, giving expressions and details of life
in corridors rising in every moment of this music.
As it records itself in photographic memories upon open
screens, nothing can keep up with measures of notes or
colors of sound bursting in the atmosphere.
Turning and twisting in the joy and vibrant tomes as
they rock everyone into the night, leaving stress lying
on the floor, totally being thrown away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem