i do not like it
it is barbaric
words are becoming acidic
full of tricks
and such a maverick
for years survival
stuck
at Innsbruck they
all got
starstruck
such a huge truck
and the bric-a-brac
covering much track
and the whole block
oh we are here
not liking everything
lonely even in the
Spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem