Tempting rhythms, taking me into myself, wallowing in
mires of deathly poverty.
Moving alongside meanings of intense fortitude, placing
everything in sequences of distant relativity, unknown
except in the minds of a genius.
Solving elements of scientific mathematics and physics
through innate intelligence.
Spoken only within a person, alive and vibrant with the
insistence of a mind that will not listen to tried and
true verdicts of other men who came before them.
Taciturn and hearty, living dreams of impossibility as
they turn them into reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. With a strong rhythm with an underlying sadness Really enjoyed it BB