The Multiple Chapters
All that ever comes,
The storms in the prevailing sails will be coming,
This journey in the clear sun, sea, temporarily,
Clear skies and kind weathers,
The tremors of this beating heart is unwavering towards its destinations,
You can't resist a marriage proposal,
Nor the first born son neither the fatherhood,
Or the first salary raise for your energetic work performance,
Nor all the material possessions like the first house, the first car,
And the first orgasm,
Around some unstable routes in this life you will betakingto the dead ends and the corners,
You are lucky perhaps if can you can wade yourself to the sandy shorelines.
Then inevitably you are old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem