I am still ignorant,
far I am from innocence,
now this is getting vigorous,
you are being rigorous.
Another time I write this for the second time,
not for a dime nor prime time,
but for your love my lime.
I do not ask for secrets but wishes,
I am not going to clean the dishes,
or walk the bridges,
now I will feed the pigeons.
This is another ballad I recite,
With my hands I write,
For my love I cite,
From now I will start to bite,
Anyone who insults this perfect rhyme!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem