Modern life view, 
 the  cat observes from the little eye.
 The castrate  tree. 
Forecast of  the body 
Skyscraper eyes
Necklaces and rings, of
Natural selection and physics 
Rocks are 90% empty.
Worthless  reading
 Write on Guilt and sad 
Bird in the sky on the 
 morning stands by.
Cruel nature, 
Dying   bee in a street of concrete 
Feed of man
100 deaths are just numbers, 
Leave it to the fate
The flow erected to penetrate. 
The pants, where your hand molests.
The angels games
We have spread the universe,  in straight line, 
with  shape and gods, 
To the life, we invent.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    