The night shows the power of the dark side,
The day can not fight it, nothing is real between
This climax. Rocks are moved upwards,
Birds speak their minds, mosquitoes have cameras,
Dogs walk on two legs, annihilation is near,
Someone has to save humanity,
The sheer power of forgiveness, the decadence
Of jealousy, all part of this routine. Higher powers
Come out claiming to be our conquerors,
Everything is fake, no one can help you for
Your alone...forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bartolo bartele? Fountain of youth?