Straight into this heart run voices of tender feelings and beautiful
thoughts, never-ending, taking everything at face value, never taking
anything for granted, just collecting memories and their images.
All of them being etched in parts of this brain, exercising every particle, synapse and neuron as rhythms continue playing, finding that intellect's holding on, never letting go.
Always wanting to be part of every show in depths of music and its
rhythms, going to town, excited and turned inside out with all of life's music and rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem