Ignore and more,
tell them pour.
dripping sangre,
tell them no.
door to sore,
the head rolls.
load the lore,
to the core.
do heads explore
for them to bore
to tour in nor,
sides of dreams
of spores and bores.
do they prude
the sailors of pores.
that sweats to sore
through winds that grow
' Saturday, January 8,2011'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem