Measuring every idea, seeing if it will fit in with
tempos of my life.
Eventually moving around, in synch with inner rhythms.
Talking silently in rapid messages of poetry.
Writing one after another in time with melodies,
playing always in my mind.
Solemnly accessing a depth of definition, holding
meanings only for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem