He claims for my greetings, when I arrive;
while leaving my stuff, he whins.
He makes a warm noise, like a soft motorboat,
and approaches his pink nose to mine.
His white whiskers investigate me,
his blue eyes stare my face,
his front claws sweetly caress
my tired and sad forehead.
He streches and, eagerly, follows me,
short white and light red hair,
long tail, big ears, and
that happy prrrrr that erases fears.
Every time I cry, he appears,
looks directly into my eyes,
as he`d had a hundred years,
understands my sadness, shares my tears.
La Finita
rich in friendship are you blessed, rare are those that see, the loyalty dedication love of such a proud noble cat
The poem...yes nice. Your Bio I read with interest. Write ever more and in it you will find yourself. I have been quite inspired by Argentinean Poet Jorge Luis Borges –'History of the Night'. Perhaps you may want read his works too.Good wishes -Baru Gobira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an amazing and heart felt poem i give a 10