I'm visiting the best pund-for-pound boxer today in the whole world
not to square him but to intrigue General Santos dusty- ground-turn-to-wet.
Rain is murmuring on the roof
to the ground
seldom happen in this city of sand
and dust I percept
Rain is waking the vicinity up
and the nearby municipalities
Rain is scratching on the walls
striking pointlessly
busy writing on the streets
avenues, up to highways
I can't read its messages
and no onehas desired to conceive
I think the clouds get drunk
too much
with hang over
It has urinating for almost 24 hours
celebrating
the boxing icon victory for defeating
the 3 Mexican legends
Barrera, Morales, Marquez
in the ring of death
written prior to Diaz and dela Hoya
mishap
now is for east and west battle
Hatton and the pacman
I like it! ! ! you should check out my poem called the rain(if you want to that is)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
from poor to rich from poorer to richer from poorest to richest.... the humble man with humble name....MANNY PACQUAIO SHOULD WIN THIS GAME...