Magic, so obvious to the magician’s eye,
Is like perhaps angels appearing,
And winds blowing from nowhere
To be kept by the magician in sealed bottles.
It is sure that beauty is eventful,
That messages are written for the mission,
Understanding them needs emotions.
The hands of a priest hold tightly the key
To what is supernatural.
If he is asked to politely
Open this irritating gate
He demands a prayer to be performed,
For nature to slide and be unbalanced: -
Supernatural flames antagonise our spirits,
A disaster has occurred from our wishes,
Fires must be extinguished, that of Black Magic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem