Being taunted incessantly, loving the attention that musical
rhythms gives to this poet's mind and intellect, having the
time of life in melodic sounds of color.
As they are portrayed and painted in imagery of prose and is
displayed in tempos, notes and flavorful tones that taste
sweet to this mind's taste buds.
Feeling the lemony sweetness that meets an aura of sound, taking
this poetical mind into denizens of an intense embodiment of en-
lightenment and joy as songs are being sung, not wanting to want
between songs, but are made to in the long run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem