Moving into dimensions that are being lit up through
intellect, taking steps into moments of life's many
activities and experiences.
Sadness pulls inner feelings and emotions, yet this
heart continues to beat all hours of the day and
night.
Transposing and translating rhythms, tempos, notes
and tones into volumes of poetry in an unceasing
stream of images that continues to print out land-
scapes and portraits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem