you watch
the facade of this
red
cathedral,
you know what is
deep inside it
you love every part
of this
red cathedral
you shall be the
tongue
and the caressing
hands
you keep within yourself
that moan
for glory
if someone up there hears it
you shall be
in trouble
it is an ear plug
world
after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem