my love my clouds
i have to establish some parametres, hexameters in order for mi being bear consecuence
for god and the constelations perform their will
so as they weave the ceiling with what is more than a sideshow aimed to entertain and divert, a docile nation is easier to manipulate
the true meaning to life still depends on the suffer, sufered
absence, aparition
sense, senseless
a contextual existence can bring about harmony
a division of good and bad can give rise to the moral question
weather we sin not or sin
do we love do we forgive
are we tainted with hate
i want to sin
i want to sin, if its the difference
now i have acumulated all the sin of the world
i entered into a transreligious status, whos bird eye view revealed a plot to taint the heroism of our love that had moved mountains
that had no geographical bounds
that engenderd a sort of faint hope
You said you would go to the fire your spirit danced with me round the fire how could you body betray, you were mine
yet the puppy is still in the cage
and we want to play
So soon it rains
The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain
not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here
i wanted to suport union not separation
clouds rivers meadows and sun
the theatre
A dignifieed apoteosis
the harvest is done
with the wisdom of fields of wheat
and excesssive caressing
sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr
silable of serenade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem