Galloping slowly while singing, taking turns crossing this
arid desert, a finality being put aside for the time being.
Watching as rhythms begins building steps into the sky,
never letting go of the perfect imagery that selects itself
in intellect.
Wandering about, testing heights of innate talent, showcasing
the precious moments that titillate memories often throughout
the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem