If you had a golden spoon
Don’t be carried away too soon
The world is a son of evil
Worths nothing. Reflection of death—
Slavery to post-mortem
Wonderful perfume from Paris
Colorful, you ask why. No answers
It’s for the woman
Her lips—golden spoon, delicious to kiss
The casino is burning
Wish sin a safe journey
And wait. Comes the penalty
But if I had a golden spoon in my dream
I’d toss it in the village stream
Like my shiny coin that drowned
When I was two…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Ezekiel. Thanks