How does contentment be absurd?
Those longing for torture are angered.
They seek a bridge to cross all awkward,
Understanding my spirit is a blizzard.
Back and front, my chest has risen
Like a blackbird of mighty health in the abdomen.
Then accelerate it with your acceleration
In a way too effective, one of an engine.
Crazy fever is then in likelihood so early,
Circles condemn the area of the disorderly;
I search so well and eagerly
Like that man in the journal particularly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem