Watching out for words and emotions of others for they may
be jealous of a creative process that's incessantly being
extracted in and through musical rhythms.
Instruments that keep on playing, giving a whole lot of
energy that never dissipates in the night, watching as
every word being written ends up on photographic screens.
Defining life and the moments of experiences while learn-
ing lessens all through this temporary life here on earth,
never backing down, just moving constantly forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem