Strutting down streets of this earthly life,
hollering and having a great time in the
midst of many recollections.
Never being stranded in mires of desperation
or depression, holding closely onto beauty
of living and being one with nature.
A lively and totally promising future in
music and its rhythms as they are created in
poetry daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem