Gravity is keeping me away from the moon and women have conquered gravity thank god it was the only thing keeping Gravity is grey, and chairs and women are silver and they have something that has to be won, and that should be eternal and that cannot be vexed by there, some i like more, some are angels, especially if you are cockroach like me, its better to be an angel, and angels are pretty, especially when they are not swinging to extremes like me but realising my small part in the organisation of the universe and the beauty of the stars, no need to go to the, mirrors, you did it then, and the prize is for all were supposed to help me, but the glimmer of light so special.that has to guide me to the land of the iguanas with urns of love and staffs of diamond.
I tell you what i really like about a woman, lets reminisce,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful prosaic poem....which is in fact a big metaphor...it is seemingly unfinished...but in fact it is...thank you for sharing...Mari