it was and we all know that nothing is ever repeated
even if things don't change
the stars never stop from transformations
they were buried alive in payment invoices
and not in the ground
as it was believed
and they just took and gave nothing
just let them move
only they exist
in their mind
what else was to be said here
the fact that they are standardized
they were going to the common grave
the rest just illusions
in their mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem