the little boy gathering
ripe guavas
years ago saw an old woman
walking towards the shore
without stopping raged the
sea towards its deepest and
the boy as he was eating some
ripe guavas simply watched
the scene without any alarm
at all not understanding what
suicide is in the history
of the human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the guava ripe guava attracted the boy on the jaw of raged sea! !