Jumping trains of thought, living in rhythms that flower
and blossom within photographic screens, beautiful and
effervescent.
Tasting aromas as they rise into the bluened atmosphere
within, listening silently to the music, yet my mind is
vibrantly alive.
Thrilling to every note as it travels on tempos of air,
totally enjoying lasting ideas that are being transported
into intellect.
Quietly sitting in volumes of poetry within imagination,
living in possibilities of interior episodes of life as
it passes through my mind in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem