After his death people hurried to build
an imposing museum
and all his little objects gathered there
Even his heart
had to be exposed in a recipient
to feel at least nearer of them
An old heart full of scars
but just before the vernisaj
someone caring replaced it
with a young and vigourous one
belonging to an unknown donor
dead in unclear circumstances...
(translated from romanian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well...the investigations has to be deeper..