Command as that of a queen do you have.
All queens are worth begging for
last shot to the night
where I see in the dark holding all that
I love in the palm of your hand
sing if you can from the unknown place
you stand
miss a beat of the drum
that I feel in my bone
to the jaguar in the tree
to the andaconda in the river
I bleed for the queen in her house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem