Mild, ectopic and slow, walking in step with beats as
they lead one into the midst of a hallway than can only
be reached through a passageway or a tunnel.
Selecting bright colors of sound, wanting them to splash
creating imagery of many moments of interior thoughts,
letting everything combine, walking into a common sunset-
ical horizon awaiting everyone of us living here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem