My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to kill the signs.
Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.
In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
bloody revolution to wake the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem