Is history
The error of time?
Is an event
The collapsed happening?
Is a sentiment
The wrong interpolation?
Is a view
The mere opinion?
Is a creature
The broken writing?
Is creation
The spoiled substance?
Is pleasure
Te hallucination?
Is truth
The illusion?
Is living
The fruitless attempt?
Is the human life
The irregular subject?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is breathing the thoughtless work