let me take you to an old cafe
dying at the end of an abandoned road
it used to be the home
of poets and lovers like you and me
seldom does anybody go there now
everybody has gone to the city
to find something better
than love or poetry
I did too
and look what happened to me
come, my friend,
let me take you to this old cafe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can alsmost smell the coffee and cigarettes Fidel...lovely nostalgic write...thanks for sharing...