The darker planets are made of you,
Know that your intention is clear;
This strange music floats in the crevices of space,
My black head and amazing weapon loses.
Planets are lost for the fun of music,
We have intended to float in space;
The origin of space is internal and absolute,
For the silent beings are concrete and stained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem