Relaxing in an armchair of musical
rhythm flowing throughout my mind,
heart and soul with intense feelings
of delight.
Somber ideas gathering in wonder, asking
when they can join in and dampen the
party going on.
Left in the cold, unanswered, etudes
fill the atmosphere with happiness
not letting them crowd in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem