In a place that I remember someone,
A coffin resides, and it houses the death.
One life made me ill like a reality,
Frenetic circumstances outweighed,
And bliss entered with fervour,
Like the billowing winds, forcing a death.
The deity of the night is a shallow beast,
Feeding philosophers with divinity,
Due to the colour of the sky and the beauty
Of the one who commands a slave,
Little is in the way, more than days
Are the simple substance, feeding us forever.
And so the place for death has been met,
Frenetic hours await us on the deathbed,
For dreams are elapsing slowly, like slithering
Snakes that unwind and glisten with tongues;
Nastier bites are patient tokens of the evil
That must answer to the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem