Memories fall,
acid rain,
on my head.
Toxic teardrops
of yellow, pink, and red,
as I lie on my bed
dead.
Burning roses
in the sleazy side
of my heart,
what a state of art!
when dreams and life
depart
apart.
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I would like to translate this poem
Off Course is my kind of course, amigo della fuerto anemio Roger