Red robes of sorrow,
White in the moonlight;
White rain flesh;
Black soul full of fire;
The girl laughs for always,
But smiles no more.
Anxiety creeps upon me.
Another happy moment,
A fiery tongue
Made of a shadow,
Leaping at the ever-beating legend
Sucked into a cloudy breast.
My lips tremble
As if I whisper an inaudible prayer.
Her fearless eyes
Are wide with terror
And deep with tragedy
Into a comical production
Of the hint of untouched death
Resting on our shoulders
Like a great burden
Like a heart-shaped garden,
Like a tomb.
Now we dance with fingers crossed
In a musical chain of anti-superstition
And roaring scorn for the Dauphin-
Begging for the cat queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem