Riding roller coasters of interior rhythms as they shake and
rock life itself with a perfunctionary rhapsody that exhilar-
ates particles of mind and intellect.
Short-sighted people being left to wonder what's happening
within their minds and senses, looking for the logic and sub-
lime, but neither seems to want to come out of hiding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem