Sincere beauty, falling onto rhythms of a sonata, giving
an essence to another side of music.
Tantalizing this love that hides inside, not wanting to
be shone upon in daylight.
Quiet beatitudes being strewn around on floors of heaven,
shining and absorbing all the goodness stored in borders
of another imaginative corridor.
Lighting the way through, everything striving to move
forward through the strategy of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem