What I want is to turn
At the very high speed
As do Saturn´s rings
And see if the quickness
Definitely
Disintegrates
The sorrow
That I have inside
On this tearful planet
That has become
My heart.
I see with horror
And despair
That barely,
I have rotated with the moon
And that now,
Is in waxing crescent
The hurt inside me.
I do not even want to think
When be the apotheosis,
The climax,
The zenith of my pain.
What I wish is to turn
At the very high speed
As do Saturn´s rings
And see if the quickness
Definitely
Disintegrates
The sorrow
That I have inside
On this tearful planet
That has become
My heart.
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