The mystique of the ephemeral has duped me
and the toad-eating jellyfishes have not done their job
against the towers of Babel where they are ankylosed,
those hysterical toads with shrieks of pain and poisons.
I feel like the most withered man in the world
and the toad-eating jellyfishes make fun of my luck,
The enigma or my penalty is foreign to them
they fear their true sorrow more,
their own death gnaws them from within.
The pairs of eyes of thousands of worlds watch them,
They have no shadow of judgment on them,
but they know the damn rigor
of the toads that eat the happy dreams of the dead.
jellyfish tell me
Is all this true?
English Translation Credits: Google translator/ Me, myself and I
