the
hoarse
bellows
those
were
rumblings
of
an
early
thunder
this
night
did
you
not
hear
love?
for
life
be
full
of
thunders
heavy
rains
and
lightnings
over
earth
and
then
inside
the
heart
till
oftentimes
the
heart
be
broken:
ah! you see
my Monsignor
why
we
need
a
civilization
alternative?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem