Then this sing song mathematical getaway poised out of balance on depleting funds unemployed and dissatisfied with everything that has happened to me up to this point She said 'it all boils down to luck'
She cited an example of one born with connections
And the random day one person says yes instead of no
But what is it to be believed in? How does one describe or define luck as a thing, concrete or theoretical?
In paranoid housing developments where people are unaware of their good fortune because it has always been with them
Sameness will run its course
On more brittle terrain, luck is nowhere to be found
She says we lived badly in another birth and have carried this debt forward
Your explanation fills the eyes and nose like pollen
Makes me cry for the only fantasy that is available
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem