Template set,
I will become my
own enemy.
Fragility of the world,
you live in. A river
drinks its own water and
becomes sick.
Between ‘I' and me,
it were you, who was supposed
to read a dossier of
my faults.
Will somebody
terminate my ethics and
give me a spatial euthanasia?
The humanity reads
to know the creation
of god from nothingness.
Who was going to
dig the grave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem