Rushing to find all new ideas forming carousingly inside,
playing with me and having a very enjoyable time doing so.
All contrary to human nature, yet being a part of it
intuitively day and night.
Collecting every avenue of pictorial landscapes, arriving
at conclusions not naturally formed in this area of the brain.
A novel existence being produced and formed, a new day dawning
over this new expectation, not interfering at all with processes
of intellect.
Providing instead an abundance of heavenly conversations, being
bandied about.
All thoughts arriving on schedule in a bounty of poems, never
failing to entertain and amuse everyone who reads them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem