Horses racing to tempos of rhythms that are galloping
into the sunset, unheeded by anything, playing with
them as they intensify and find their way along lines
of poetry throughout the night.
Nothing to stop or slow down these horses racing in the
darkness, living for the excitement through imagination
and purity of innocence.
It's recalled every time they are reflected in this mind
on photographic screens of the past, present and visions
of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem