The girandole shall burst tonight. Explosive combustions pummeling
night's black sheath, now light. A pelt like living eternity with popping lit up diadems:
the red blood sacrificed in the heat of revolution; The silent cries within.
Virgin white on report; kaleidoscopic psychedelia shall not abort.
The innocence of a bride knowing. Galactic spectral astronomy showing.
Nothing about the future except the power of love making confidence of a marriage:
A trust that lights the night.No longer hiding, no longer scheming, no longer planning,
but showing the pride of Victory regardless of who can see and know from where-
that people are celebrating there. A waterfall of bright and courageous symbols,
capturing pieces of light like monumental thimbles-consecrating an establishment
like a statue in the square: for all to know that we are here Everywhere!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem