Empty room across the restaurant hall
Not even a fly buzz.
The waiter is lying upon a table.
Of square blood patterns' cloth
The chef, has hung himself.
The porter run away with the mouse wife.
While the pan dance in the rust water.
Cupboard of Cockroaches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hehe.... a very nice.one.... its fantastic