Like a shadow
you were always
with me to meet the
biblical terror.
Hugging the function
of whole-being, I drive you
to do a crazy triangle
interpreting the universe.
The metaphors
were changing daily to
describe the unethical
slaughter of hymns.
I will not pray
to live in this circus.
The little pain grows.
Writing poems for you
calculating the risk
of becoming an angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem