Soul in disgust in the face of illusion
lonely one afternoon in tears,
deep instant in the dark blue
of the dreams of a Being without charm...
Character filled with feelings of
hardship they drag him to the noxious misery,
Mysterious quicksilver in the crystal of existence,
conviction without faith in a spirit without love in a
heart that beats alive in the flame of a
irremediable poetic morning yawn...
John Bisner Ureña.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem