Tommorow,
you cannot trust her, the time..
the girl whom i was watching,
was soft and silly,
plagues, plagues, plagues,
denials, the leader of
lying down, motionless in front of cars..
cars.. he was a leader,
the weather likes revolutions.
the funny things i talk about,
coughing sounds,
My balls! My balls!
-Why are you laughing? -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enigmatic... elusive... provocative... 'the weather likes revolutions'.....