Someone lives in my name
and look at the horizon
before he falling erased in another century
under a forest of extinct faces
Prayers of love makes me laugh seas,
I imagine as a king who dies guillotined
in front imaginary subjects
I go shirtless on the ditch
protected by loving women,
I resurrected as when I was young
and kissed in the background of a lost paradise
Rain doesn't reach my heart
nobody sees the outdoors of my guts
I'm fascinated by ways no return
Those who dreamed my birth
sung in waters
they drew my forgetfulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem