Immaculately, I etch
your name on a tall tree, pretending
to love the unknown pain.
A terrible femininity
appears, but is escapable for a gory
theme to bring down the god.
I will collect all the
names of sins to be punished
like Sisyphus. Tranquility comes in blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem