As our years go by
the beers get dry
and bitter,
litre after litre of solid tears.
But she and I
are free to defy
our fate.
No hate in the whispers of the sea.
It's true what you say.Especially last line is beautifullic, amigo della fuerto anemio Speiderman appears Roger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what can I say? Another beautiful work of art. I like your writing style as well.