my eyes
are into sunsets
hiding behind
the vales,
my spirit burns
itself
into a huge
campfire
my mouth shuts like
a dam
of a big river
my tongue wants to
be free like
a bird
my fingers do
the circus
a trapeze a
mono cycle
monologue
blindly they shoot
the knives
to that confident
lady
her back against
the wall
her face like a
half-moon
smiling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem