Standing in
This madhouse are
Worthy souls
Though, in the midst
Of the worthless.
In spite of the madonnas
All over the corners
The refined madmen
Can't take us
To Madrid.
The transcendent
And the unseen,
Kindly unleash
Your magnetic force
Towards this madhouse.
Yes, these madmen
Generating these nightmares
Will surely be
Attracted to the
Worthy souls' magnet.
Then, the madmen
Will automatically become
Magnanimous beings
And continually display
Extraordinary magnanimity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem