Nothing fixed,
No idea
About life.
Life
Specialized
In living.
No tourist
Found in
And around
The sea.
No murmuring,
No coming and
Going, no signs
Of anything.
All eyes
Evil and
Good move
Here and
There.
And everything
Fair and fired.
Erosive, I found
Nothing, no one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem