We must forgive God
for the pain in the world,
we know the enigma in beauty
but we are tired of killing by its name
The passion of God's breath
doesn't allow us to die forever
so in a fiction eternal
we are devoured by the present
God's voice in the milky way
is stellar silence to our requests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God's voice in the mily way, beautiful presentation.
Thanks you my friend. Greeting from Chile