Even by myself, my body feels warm tonight for
I have drunken so much liquor by these thirsty lips,
Searching for a muse
Through the holy grounds of a bachelor’s afterlife,
And even though all of it was a failure,
I have continued breathing tonight, and overcome by
Your cloy spirits, I was possessed,
Like a girl in the first night of her sorority;
Or like a young mother experiencing the first night
Being tugged upon by a newborn,
Like the flag of a new country stuck to the wind,
Victorious know that it will be so long before it has to
Again diminish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem