One simple thing that will aid you to survive.
This is not your house, not your father’s;
Not your mother’s not your grandfather’s.
This is my Cathedral!
Here nothing works, not even God,
This huge Cathedral is my palace!
I don’t share my glory with anyone
And don’t you dare challenge me.
This is my Cathedral!
I dare not give you that chance ever,
To become a hero and have fans, never.
To grow and have money you will never.
It will not happen here, no never.
This is my Cathedral!
Why should you publish a newsletter?
You will be too powerful; you will grow.
Hark, stop it; I hate news, I hate it from you!
I cannot take that kind of bitter risk,
In this my Cathedral!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem