i appreciate persistence. here is one of my poems. i tried to translate it according to my not-so-humble abilities. 
Between stations
Everything wears out, kisses after kisses
One like the other moment passes and just misses
Like a whirlwind the sounds cast me unto the scene
A cavalcade of colors into the water they bleed
Fate, vision, or dream, it is all the same
The smell of nameless lanterns are masks of the shame
Without a mask, only one reality shines
It is the ever-present, beautifying delight
But.
Word follows word
Morning the afternoon
Death is blackmailed by life, I won’t word my pray
It returns to it’s source, the sightless drinks from the fray
He searches for himself among the objects, crying
What he finds inside: all the letters are dying
He seeks refuge in the face of captives, he works anxiously, sweating drops of effort
He doesn’t live his life, he doesn’t even notice, he puts his divinity into the cupboard
Even tears of willow trees won’t soothe his pain,
Neatly plucked flowers decorate his grave.
The inscription on it, is more than just funny:
“You have to move on, into the hole, after the bunny.”
with the Belgrade Philharmonic. I feel tender and myself again! Thank you, as well, for sharing about bandoneons. Does unisonoric then mean when I push I get the same note in the same octave as when I pull???