Jumping chords, mystifying rhythms, giving them an
altogether different tone in a twilight atmosphere
of another pattern.
Lighting visions with particular thoughts, pondering
their meaning in the deafness of yesterday's conver-
sations.
Not wanting to hear any excuses from without, hitting
the touch of tempos, beating rapidly into the night,
while forging the ecstasy of love.
Taking it into the landscape of tomorrow's portraits,
leaving mystery and liberty in the mixture of another
time within destiny's design.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem