We
Sing in graveyards
We
Dance in burning rooms
We
Color bones, with magic markers
We
Rest in the eye of hurricanes
What´s more remarkable, still
we
laugh at what isn´t funny
we
do what we obviously shouldn´t
and,
we
love, the unlovables
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The unlovables are just a point of view.' I really like that.