RIMA III

A strange excitement
that stirs up ideas,
like a hurricane that drives
the waves in a tumult;

a murmur in the soul
that rises and keeps increasing
like a volcano that quietly
proclaims it is about to erupt;

formless silhouettes
of impossible beings;
landscapes that appear
as seen through a veil;

colors that merge
and duplicate the different
shades of the rainbow
which swim in the light;

ideas without words,
words without meaning;
thoughts that have neither
rhyme nor reason;

memories and desires
for things that do not exist;
moments of happiness
and urges to weep;

nervous activity
that finds no purpose,
a high flying steed
without reins to guide it;

madness that excites
and inflames the spirit;
the divine intoxication
of creative genius…

This is intuition!

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A giant voice that orders
chaos in the mind,
and causes light to appear
amid the shadows;

a brilliant golden rein
that firmly guides
the flying charger
of the exalted mind;

a thread of light that ties
our thoughts in bundles;
a sun that rends the clouds
and reaches its zenith;

an intelligent hand
that manages to arrange
stubborn words
in a necklace of pearls;

a harmonious rhythm
with tempo and number
that captures the fleeting
notes of the melody;

a chisel that carves stone
to form the statue,
so that ideal beauty
has a physical form;

an atmosphere in which
ideas revolve methodically,
like atoms drawn together
by a mysterious attraction.

a stream whose waves
quench the sensation of thirst;
an oasis where the spirit
can renew its vigor…

This is our reason!

With both forever in conflict
and both always under control,
only genius is able
to tie them both together.