Beating the beats of rhythm, letting them lead
and guide me through all the pitfalls in life.
Noticing that nothing can be exited from an
atmosphere of imagination, unless it's under-
stood beforehand.
Rocking to tempos standing in the way, and
becoming beats of rhythm, letting them loose
to run free in measures of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem