Suddenly I was lost in the detail of the map of poetry
I painted with my eyes the glassy veins of a glass
The spontaneous phoney movement got me stuck in a table
As I exploded my orphan force.
On the dispersing bubbles of the beer
A mountain with a saddening whiteness
Settled on capricious lips
I promise that You
Where there
Dancing the beautiful ancient dance
I reveal that you made me travel
With the herdsman's flute from far away to near You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem