Masterly skillful 
Sculptured bodies 
Thrown into the sea, 
Throbbing with heartache 
And tears of poetry, 
Wilted lilies under the 
Heels of her dancing feet
In time of tranquility
And loss of creed. 
Temples of La Venta 
With violent scenes
Lonely girls in windows 
Of desolate streets
I look for love  
Within her seams 
And all that’s found 
Is love in dreams.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    