Reach up to the sky
and you will be worth more
dead than alive.
Unnatural high,
the ultimate glamour,
none can survive.
Suicide mission,
with drugs in your pocket,
playing a tune.
After ignition,
you soar like a rocket,
over the moon.
The children in schools
are looking at faces,
up on the wall.
Exceptions are rules
and, leaving no traces,
a star can fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
However, (I finally read your biography) I see that you are a professional, and a good one. As I said, I'm from another generation, but I may learn a little from you.