Desire of this night is the desire of a pitiful swallow
Seagull's illusory music plays in the wind chimes
The organs of hearing are cracked, darkness in the eyes -
Disappears the euphoria of an aesthetic language
Bermuda Triangle is vibrated by the bizarre rudder
Desire of heart dies in the gloomy hours of the salty night
As if it is very pitiful and disabled fish eyes in the net.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem