You want to make the
pain happy? Like Gestapo you had
picked me. My half-poem becomes the antimatter.
Where has the sensuality gone
in the rose garden? Who was the changer?
What now honeybees are coming?
Between right and wrong
lives our god. Did you ever adored him
to change your gender?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem