The other day
i thought i was dead or something.
Must have taken enough
to stumble through the world while sleeping;
Teaching my body of the dangerous passion
of the reckless soul.
The Renaissance of deathbed delight,
which my heroes held sacred.
A warmth that knows the dream
in the silver head of the moon:
That the body is a treasure to spend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem