Tripping into measures of Santana being played to the
biker crowd.
Sitting here enjoying it immensely, writing quickly as
they play.
Fascinating thoughts are being roused from dreamless
sleeps of yesterday.
Bringing themselves out of depths and placing themselves
around the campfire of my mind to listen and contemplate
everything being seen and felt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem