Sololy singing of beauty, lying at rest in this life, crossing
and re-crossing all memories already being processed through
intellect.
Projected movies and videos taking this mind into depths no
other can obtain in life.
Altogether, this beautiful fantasy continues to be seen in
every picture upon a screen of imagination, taking me into
the living room of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem