Watching youngsters interpreting rhythms in their own ways.
Seeing them moving and gyrating in directions an adult
could never attain in this life and area.
Jumping and leaping, slipping across the floor in motions
of unseen beats, stashed only in their young minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a freedom, like none other, when lost in the syncopated rhythm of release... Youth provides the stage, upon which true abandon can be explored...have we forgotten how energizing and enveloping the dance can be? I remain a loyal mistress to the music....PEACE