red pimples of the sad present time
are covering a paleface of the realism
sensed with only eyebrows, and the everyday chase,
behind sensations of the current century
the vicious circle driven with facts
of pointless polemics
is setting in motion turbines of events
of existence awfully similar
to oneself of the majority
the chubby smile is smoothing the wrinkles,
showing identical prosthesesof
ruddy-faced lucky ones well-cut suits
already got to like the touch of the brush
gently shaking off the dandruff of the shy intruder
tormenting the carrier at any time of the day
sometimes, dribbling with sticky gel
from the heads minorities
the wheel of fortune is still motionless
tendency and aspirations remain for the step forward...
and the one...optimistic(?) 'smile of the present time'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curious and interesting poetic depicting.I like it.