in the idleness of the mind
the sinful poem is born.
in the burning of the heart
the body got its fire.
in the blankness of the universe
a void begins to sing.
and when all the stars have
arrived
embarrassed and owed
all the fireflies turned off
their body lights.
the mind roams without end
the heart dances without tiring
the soul soars into the higher
skies
the clouds caught rain and the
sea runs its series of waves again
the shores buffered all these
under the sun shining with might
a woman sleeps, broken and obese.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem