Mind telling stories in depths of music, relying on a photo-
graphic memory to remember everything while happening, never
stopping because mind and intellect never could stop thinking.
As thoughts incessantly kept flowing like rapids of a river,
noticing that this mind would capture the rapids while riding
along with them.
Quietly allowing this poet to go over the waterfall, enjoying
the weightlessness while falling, a tremendous feeling filling
this being with the exhilaration of adrenaline flowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem