somebody is looking at you do you
notice? not. and as well
as for you it fits, it your matter.
I notice and I can be pleased for instance
for a moment. the life has the good taste
if you have occasion are supposed to please.
but not alone.
I like it when he is looking at me, and he is admiring in his heart, of hearts because loud
this big man, won't admit he is so women's in
this respect, but not always I like it when he
is counting on me, in his everyday choices.
it is easy then to distort the truth, and
I now that this way more comfortably. but not
necessarily everyone. is feeling let it think over...
but not alone.
here easily for the false step but then,
then again everything would fall on me.
so let it already stay the way it is...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem