Time to sit in the garden, in the courtyard and listen to the birds madrigals,
Especialy the nightingale that consoles me in the night
Yes i know y was only a pice f junk, like a ti can, to kick
Not a beautyfull tiara
Not a cudlly bear
But im back, reborn, courtessy of my cathoic school.
You have to kiss alot of froggs, down the road before you find a princess
In this game stamina, obediance triumph over error,
They get the reward
A lot of no nos, then a yes, as if it were a mechanical, process
A world divided, into yes and no
An plan of approach to present to the chorus of gods
But what about naturaal emotional inteligence
let him draw, a masterpiece
You can choose the best flower in the bunch
A white marble statue, doves fly off its shoulder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem