Fishes hang around the head of poet
floundered in the cage
distributed in the night
Such as coastlines found a line of poetry
Winged poetry didn't want to perch
wild on his body, full of tattoos
sign can not be a wound
But with the love interest of numbness
Gone with the wind in the morning
blew the canoes pulled out to the sea
(2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem