Rocking and rolling into another purpose of this life,
taking steps along an empty walkway of life, nothing
to see, but there are so many details that fall in line.
Touching and whispering to one another, at last finding
meaning and reason of this temporary life, loving the
rhetoric as it climbs into measures of music.
Rhythms imitating steps to the sky, leaving everything
back in the past, living alone and posting the poetry
that is being written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem