It was a broken night and my friend was going with wind.
Me, offended of the friend's darkness
You were the role of the friend and you didn't know.
was exhausted your harshness
and it was raining
the night, blossomed
was giving life in your hair.
the night
knew the day of my death and burial.
I gone pale
in the assumption of the cloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem