aboard the turbulence
of the skies
the winds create
the horror of the same
question: are you afraid
of death?
the wings of the pacific
are steady
the body is not startled
as it continues its journey
and in answer to such an
old question as: are you afraid
to die?
the gaze continues
unperturbed inside the coolness
of this cubicle
towards the common destination
called home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem