Your face is turned to the sky, a most beautiful cloth,
A future for the mind, a dream of the everlasting;
A cloud is the day, the day ends as night, everlasting
Darkness that binds the truth of our statements.
Your face is like an astronomy, watching and gazing
At the stars and constellations that strictly belong to
Each other, as well as the planets that are possible.
We require correct individuals to explore the supported
Cosmos, we need strong astronauts to explode and conquer
For the reality has begun, to shape the world in earnest.
Your face is submerged in the water of this ocean exotic,
Feeding confidence to the windpipe and oesophagus.
Feeding is bleeding, looking and reposing, blending
With the water waves, looking at the stars and boats
Like an upturned head, facing the music of a period
That lasts long and bent, fixing our affairs in the mornings
And evenings, like a star called the sun, like a face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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