Totally into music of Springsteen while writing, enjoying
coded rhythms continually entering mind and intellect,
watching how they touch pleasure centers of the brain.
An innate talent touching upon all tones and notes, as they
explode into fireworks of fantastic colors, setting mind and
intellect on fire.
Jumping into the midst of this beautiful display while writ-
ing, testing spheres that appear upon photographic memory
screens, immediately finding ways to translate them into
rhythmic poems, a total eclipse of the mind through music
and its rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem