Long worrying questions
Who is that?
Whospindle from the rope of days
crosses the fields of Paradise... and scattering with his handsthe seeds of the henna...seeds of the comingHappiness
Who isthat ?
remaining ragamuffin in the cave of thyme…. refuses to come down to earth
Who isthat ?
distorting peoplesheard with repeated talks from the sea rings and the roar of black clouds
cold?angry and, by cold griping
unnamed, till now..
as a ball, hidden behind in the bushes, theobserving nights… sleepless nights
Behind the fear with a joyfulheart, is floating over the rocks.. Sands..bitterStones
This cursed who prides withthe coming shy time
He is depictingin blue, images, like the explosive sea
In pictures centered around the virgin yarn and wearing the shyness of wine
carrying bouquets of
roses... and a heart,heater thanthe core of the sun
And whip of the
wave on bloody wound
Reading prostitute s poems
The faces of the listenersby the myths of images
And writes rubbishesabove the walls
forbiddenfrom win whom,
Full of our world injustice
And do not cry at dawn or afternoon…. insist on sending the wedding
Whom wriggle of love?
whom fond of love
and declares, that the whole beauty behind the forest
And the earth is roundingin the orbit of the Lord's joy
The sea will remain the sea, after all
And the martyrs are alive
And the dawn who isdrawing theall dawns
frivolousin the chairs of the ruling regime
And the laws of the agents ofthe Lord
who is this crazy?
Whom is madding in
the spirit of this era
Goes to thereception ofthe grandchildren era
And dancing in the rings of worship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem