Oneday rather one night
I entered straight into a prostitution
I do not remember the city
May be rome or rumania.
Reality is that
All these happend in my brain
I started firing at my gods
Till their bloods flow into my heart
Finally I cut off my birth knot
And that was the last day
of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so your ghost is writing now.. well it is a good idea