There is a secret heart
Right here in my bosom, just under my right breast
This heart is doused in blue blood
Blood neither cold nor warm
This blood has never tasted life
Exiled from sunshine
a prisoner of tabloid
this heart of mine
is strong in inhibitions
and weak in resolve
This heart has never tasted life
Perhaps one day
when the ships sail
This heart of mine
with its battling blue blood
will see life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it the complexity that makes up the identity of mankind? Well a like the images you have employed in the piece. The blue blood infact. THANK YOU FOR SHARING.