Checkmate all evil,
Checkmate all devils.
Smell the sky
With nightmares.
All days,
All mysteries there.
All words staggered,
All awkward figured.
Still, a flower is a flower,
Still, the dream is the Jaguar.
And we are here to smile,
Smile and dance with music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem