Listening to incessant probings of intellect, knowing what
feelings are inside, odd sensations coinciding with those
that are happening within.
Finding ways to kick out and get rid of them for now, trying
to write and read texts at the same time, enjoying the fun in
both aspects of my brain.
Loving the absolute perfect stances of rhythm as two grown
sons dance and join in their father's fun for a change.
A beautiful picture of family and good clean fun, so perfect
an image to place in a forever vision of beauty and laughter.
A memorable video for them to replay on days of reminiscence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem