Do not look for me in the void 
I am not here
You will not see me 
either on your Facebook pages
Do not search your thoughts 
I have long been erased 
See, time is a bitch 
full of ecstasies
wrapped up in regrets 
Sometimes we win
other times we lose 
Its tale of the coins rolling
fate is immutable 
his grips are irrefutable
Do not mourn, instead be joyful 
That I was not a plague after all                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    