I beat my wings
wanting to run away,
as a stunned beetle
seduced by light!
I fly, I get desoriented for nothing...
For nothing my soul flies!
I hear a humming,
stuned, growing
of my tired wings,
beating in a invisible window glass
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I would like to translate this poem
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