To see paper shredded is to doubt the sphere
And the domain of my laughter in this prison.
The cells are like the neighbourhood of worry,
A tanned man will argue with the women of his.
But they are not here, there are no wise men
Lingering or forbidding the molluscs or clams.
A sacred vow is enjoyed by the relentless men
Who forbid the other books of the other rides.
Because of your endeavour I can see a danger
Erupting like the mountains called volcanoes.
Mighty crevices are good for the escape as
A gate is offered to win the heart of the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem