The problem was I suddenly thought a risk had occurred,
Internal and international was the solution of a final prison;
The masters of wisdom saw a pain to be connected
To another pain that was witnessed
By those in charge of prizes and special festivities.
My essential redness of the face had substances clearly in
Throat and stomach, with hits to the shoulder
And waist, like the swimming angels of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem