Below the town
In Dantesque gowns
The spirits roam and
Run
And dance
Below
The tunes be heard
But no, not above earth
Of asphalt
Streets that suddenly
Became nocturnal wry mouths
Town that into a ghost
Transformed and
Re-transformed back to town
At Dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem