Hemingway [English translation]

Of Africa

It remains some grey and dirty suns

Of America

A flag losing its star wars

Of politics

Ideas which only shine with money

Of music

Some DJs for three billion people

It's not "A farewell to arms"

It's a world disappearing

Missiles don't have the charm

Of Hemingway's old rifle

Of far North

Remain some starving gold diggers

Of our hand-to-hand (not hand-to-hand fights, rather frolics)

Plastic-coated love

Of conquistadores

Got stucked in front of their digital screens

Idiots loving them

I know more of them than erotic women

It's not "A farewell to arms"

It's a world disappearing

Missiles don't have the charm

Of Hemingway's old rifle

And "For whom the bell tolls"

In this world "anyway" (already in English)

Each of us will end

Like the old Hemingway