I repeat, I die, I repeat I die, I repeat, I die, I repeat, I die
Have you not noticed, I am the pleasure of your silence!
Separate within itself, it tells you only that you are here...
I repeat, I die, I repeat I die, I repeat, I die, I repeat, I die
What is the worth of my proof if I force your interest? ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A philosophical poem on death has been nicely inscribed and shared. Thanks for sharing.