Rhythms bouncing along on an afternoon breeze, touching
minds and hearts of people here, listening to DokandGaul,
beats rising and falling.
Their intensity getting stronger in the sunlit patio,
using misters to cool down a little, a perfect scene that
never is tiring.
Fitting right in with the beauty and wonder of life right
at this moment, waltzing through the atmosphere, never
alighting on anything.
Reverberating in minds and intellects of those here listen-
ing at Buddy Stubbs, particular and articulate, these very
rhythms giving pleasure as they rock our souls.
Curiosity being rocked all day long in measures of songs,
reminding us all of our heritage while listening and writing
is being done by this mere poet.
A lasting impression etched in minds of an afternoon musical
delight, singly taking us all into the depths of chords and
measures of musical illusions.
Touching our minds in the same way, just eliciting different
views and expressions into landscapes and portraits of each
person's mind this afternoon, while playing rhythms of poetry
directly into everyone's senses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem