Picking up thoughts gathered and collected in every moment of living on this earth, memories having been made and cherished always on a photographic memory interiorly.
displaying music and its rhythms in details poetry constantly through the years, showing the world how a mere poet has survived and lived a life with a positive attitude and mood.
No matter what's happened in this solitary space of living creatively, being lonely, yet never experiencing its effects for music and rhythms continue to translate it all into many volumes of books in intellectual poetic endeavors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem