To slaughter pigs is no longer a secret
as well as the acts of venal leaders
so I see condors flying in circle
above my dreams and my childhood friends.
Because time is light that never stops
my memories are turned off in distance
and now they fail to imitate other life.
I have concealed my voice by writing words
which fade as soon as the sun comes out,
it bleeds inside of me a howl
for all the women that some time I waited.
My silence is a wolf without hunger
it go with me in early hours and in the night
when I look at the stars thinking flowers
and in my dirty banner that it doesn't move
because it is fixed in lunar surface.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem