There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear,
and there are desires to die, fought by two
opposing waters that have never isthmused.
There are desires for a great kiss that would shroud Life,
one that ends in the Africa of a fiery agony,
There are desires to. . .have no desires, Lord;
I point my deicidal finger at you:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem