Fresco on the awful building
Brando on his island
Sun revealing all the sin
The tides bring in dirty needles
She struts across the empty street
I buy her a flower
The park bench is a Queens hotel
The castles shine
We walk by the river
Pigeons by Central Park
She loves the Bronx
The Doors are playing Love Street
Neruda hated colonialism
Our first kiss has no sin
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I would like to translate this poem
first kiss - no sin, good write.