you are a
great man.
sometimes
if you are
really true
you agree
that beyond
this greatness
is an extension
wire of madness
at some point
water from the sky
falls upon a leaking
roof of your
existence and what
happens as predicted
accurately by science
in between those
cut moments, a short
circuit occurs
putting a series of
sparks, a weird sound,
and someone who is
in touch, and those
that really take
pride about skin and
intimacy, find
themselves electrocuted
and burn and
die.
if you are a great
man, do not forget,
you will go mad,
you will go cold
you will die.
and then you
are forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem