Interacting with all of the catastrophe inside my
Soul, listening to your children echo around your footsteps
Even as they fall'
And your heart spinning away 'the rain falling like
Trinkets outside 'as if you were wanting to
Return again to Mexico'
To see and kiss your children 'to remember what it
Was to be a foolishly welcoming bride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem