A famous clod rescues nobody in this world,
A transaction is being made for all this recent world.
The clown or clod reads into books of logic,
Demonstrating damage, filling the time,
Accusing us and his pupils of all the crimes.
A clod who worked hard enough to ruin
Has escaped and not spoken to our mouth.
The ruins are mountains of spoken language,
The towers suddenly convert us into aliens and clods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem