The hypersonic death.
How long will this thing live? I was
thinking of anointing you with emeralds.
When the lightning strikes
the bougainvillea, my instincts rise
with impunity. A doe gives a dance
When I stare at the moon,
he explodes like a whale, and I want
to taste the blood. Body leaves for the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem