Before you fall, the
ascent comes first. The glory moves.
the world. But the chilled midriff collapses.
Time will never be your
servant. You pretend to be intimidated
and you take revenge. I become your god.
Between you and me
there was no pause. I pay my debt to you
daily. There was no other colosseum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem