though
mouthless this
body
keeps on telling something:
'you overdid it'
the mind is scarred black birds hover on the hair
the soul travels somewhere in the cliffs of your dreams
beside the bones there is pain
inside the flesh there is certain nervousness
: 'why are you not listening? ' the nerves keep telling
'you are overdoing it'
tonight the body takes its revenge
thought scramble beneath an overheated heart
the women lose themselves like cars with broken brakes
and you are the man, driver of their woes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem