The noon still can not
Calm down the spirits.
The evil flesh of the sun
Is lowering this dark cloud until the infinity.
The old smile is crying
After the new invasion of tears.
I do not know…
Maybe I should rise the head
If there were not those snows
Which successed to strangle me
And now I am praying for mercy
On every altar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem