I persist in the evasive world,
Paying and pausing my proclamations,
The prunes are sweet, this vicious
Purification persuades me to sacrifice
The lie that persists.
And so I overlook one detail delicious,
And that is to pass by the refusal
So mattering to the overwhelmed proof.
My saddening is my abomination,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem