Mind seeming to be full, injected somehow, energy perpe-
trating every particle and fiber of my being, seeming to
establish connections with a side of my brain most never
use.
This poetical mind has figured out how to do it, living
in the beauty of expression, visions constantly explaining
the beauty of inner moments spent in other dimensions.
Opening up attitudes and mentality of another sphere from
some future purpose already held within my mind, expanding
and increasing the journeys of my intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice ideas about love and life