Mind walking tempestuously down neural pathways searching for footprinted images that are always present in a photographic memory, awaiting musical rhythms to awaken synapses, teasing and playing with them temptingly.
Awakening and recollecting all memories needed to write into poetry, possibilities being recovered from what people consider impossibilities, for there is a solution as long as you're creatively and critically thinking with both areas of the cortex of one's brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, not full blooded descriptive poetry of which you are the queen but a combo of descriptive and free verse combined in a beautiful way