The awareness of
what we are
is vital to
a world in
complete decay and
neglect
In a pretended
and ostentatious world
you not look
for the beauty
of the soul
but only the
exterior
The world is
suffocated by the
frustration
The world is
fragile and insidious
The end of
the world is
very brutal
In this chaotic
world the innocence
dies
The world is
blind and full
of appearance and
beauty
In this world
there is only
the satisfaction of
evil
There is too
much anxiety in
this world that
destroys my equilibrium
I hate and
love the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem