'Beauty is so powerful,
it evens affects
those who can´t perceive it'.
A masterpiece of safety,
useless beauty in his eyes.
A made-to measure armor
where life is safe
and pain and joy can´t exist.
And yet crazy tigers still go hunting.
They could drink all the blood
and keep on hungering.
So much wasted talent.
What´s left?
Another game of chess
where geometry rules
and there is always space
to push pawns ahead
and play winning end-games.
I also want to be
a minister
of death.
An excellent title and the content of your poem does not disappoint. But what is really safe in this world. Surely not poets who are writing for their lives. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Luis, this is a very strong poem. Tienes el corazon de poeta mi amigo y tu mente tiene la sabiduria de los que han sabido vivir la vida :) Gracias por compartir con nosotros tu talento.