my love,
she’s like water:
she slips through my fingers
my love
she’s like a snake;
she only comes when there’s a draught
in her own area
my love
she’s like the sun;
she scorches when I get near
my love
she’s like a dust storm
she gets into my eyes
when she chooses
and for some time
I don’t know where she is
my love
she’s like a computer
when it’s frozen
and if you ask
why I’m still with her
that’s because she’s like one dell of a screen
with an infinite variety of websites…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem