Getting later by the minute, yet energy is rising, taking this
heart and mind into the arms of musical rhythms that touch this
mind and caress an interior being.
Calling into intellect, rhythms looking for a place to abide,
wanting to entertain and bring pleasure for the time being,
suggestions flowing rapidly.
Going through poetical interludes of desire and wanting to
be cuddled only in the depths of each melody, feeling a sense
of euphoria through it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem