Moving slowly at first then suddenly forging into a new mode
of thinking, one that had been lying in this mind awaiting
recognition through a poetical interlude.
A process of generating possibilities and turning them upside
down, finding ways to change and arrange them in impossible
stances of life.
Then turning them around once more, having found formulas
through coded rhythms that advanced visions intuitively and
rapidly in mind and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem