Rhythms running over landscapes, trying to keep up with
rhythms that just refuse to stop, wanting to continue
to race all the way through this life.
Living in the purity of an interior energy, galloping
and traveling rapidly, never seeing an ending in sight,
wanting life to never end.
Riding along natural avenues that pass by so quickly,
taking turns, writing poetical essences all at once,
reaching, turning and following passageways.
Twisting, turning, never leaving any traces of where
they're going, beauty flowing into spheres that are
being accented in billowing fantasies of an imagina-
tional reality that never ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem