Reasoning in a mind of knowledge and wisdom of another
time in life, expecting more than ever to find a beauti-
ful display of what needs to be found in a bountiful
portrait of imagery.
Misty-eyed, listening to two pickers of guitars as they
sing and play to people who dance and enjoy feelings
given by an interior spiritual life that does override
life itself.
In a quaint atmosphere that seems to find its way to
all thoughts, ideas and concepts falling from an in-
terior waterfall filled with many avenues that lead to
wisdom in a knowing way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem