WHILE the fountain was pissing
yellow, i thought, dame, i forgot
the milk.
WHILE the beast fell to the floor,
the peaple of the cross, danced,
and drank up my wine.
WHILE the sky showed us the color
blue, i thought, this is it, this is the
whole show, and me, the spectater.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem