When fear comes home,
what will I do? A mutant love opens
the door to escort the pain.
A lynx sits on the sill
of the window. My grief marries the blue
mystery of eyes in dead man.
The stones were changing
the colors. Light treks the song of the panheart
of a lover roaming on the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem