Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.
A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.
They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to kill you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem