Watching lights shining, moving when reflecting
on a table top where I'm writing.
A nod or slight movement of my head, changes them
from light to dark, designs and patterns being in-
terrupted and moved around.
A fascinating and beautiful way of thinking, as I
realize that's how my mind thinks and wonders, con-
stantly having a thought, idea, reflection or some-
thing catching my eye
Then I start writing one poem after another while
listening to music making it clearer in my mind,
intellect taking over, clarifying every point as it
revolves in my mind, along with rhythms being heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem