sudden, ..
and without any prior notice...
all doors closed, and locked...
all feelings broke up, and be harden...
all hopes, which build..
all thoughts, which draw ed..
all dreams, which dreamed with....
got lost, and flied with an air...
as a straw, fly on the air...
without nowhere....
sudden and without prior notice..
fires become as an ashes...
and a dawn become, evening..
and a good become, an evil...
and every thing become nothing...
so, ..
what is an advantage from my pen..
what is an advantage from my poems...
what is an advantage from my tears..
and what is an advantage from my cigarettes..
all that never be advantages now..
all that never repair too...
i feel that i am now as in the circling,
which it never to stop...
tired..
stress...
afraid...
and without any result....
my thoughts going so badly...
and my sad become more and more..
and a pains killing that heart...
all that was suddenly..
and without any prior notice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem