I love to be called an idiot
if the word escapes your lips
you bring for me flowers
no matter roses or tulips.
i have a heart inside me
eyes saltier than the sea
i have become your instance
though you give me a single glance
my death is now certain
i die a death of a lover
but i request you to visit
my grave with a flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent flow and form. Being these words, yours that..they are....iip