the great moon
and the magnetic canvas of wisdom
who had been tired
as a virtual space
which had been loaded
with hunting roads
a kind of music and even music
fishing nets
for these pure energies of the sun
now she was erasing everything
gracefully
the moon frees the universal heart
holy oblivion
was the power to wipe out fingerprints
hungry fingerprints
full of hatred for money
it wipe out
and the blind eyes sparkled again
and the eyes in which the darkness had infiltrated
they were bright and free again
brains eliminated subliminal thoughts
who dictated them
that collective inspiration
until she became mad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem