Your Highness?
'Yes...
My devoted, chosen and special one.'
The moving vans have arrived.
'Moving vans?
What moving vans? '
You mean 'fans'?
What's wrong with the air conditioning? '
There has been a sudden and unexpected,
Shift in beliefs.
The winds of them have changed.
And You have been relieved of duties immediately.
'What?
What are you saying? '
I'm sorry Your Majesty.
I've been practicing my Spanish.
'Repeat to me what it was you said.
All I understood,
Was something about moving vans.
Now I understand you meant 'fans'.
But isn't the palace,
Fitted with central air? '
Yes.
And unfortunately...
Someone else has been selected,
To take advantage of it.
'What do you mean.
I am the ruler here!
My reign is to be 'forever'.'
I thought so too.
But things have dramatically changed,
For both me and You.
Your followers have adopted their own ideas.
And it seems a more symbolized mysticism,
Has become the new rage.
And the demographics...
Appear to be 'growing' at a faster pace,
In the Southern Hemisphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem