me allow to pass
through rivers of illusions
captive on a realm
of the great defeats
allow me oblivion
in the bones
like a silence
but that miracle
raises the eyelid
In which would not believe
anyone
and I see
coming the soul with hands
related to a wall
then my body warm
pass over sacrifice
hanged by peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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