Watery and lovely,
And the harder they come!
For it is like the sins of our past;
But, i depend on the sun to make up my money on this side of the river.
Hello Mr. President! !
I always stop painting when the sun goes down;
And i need this river over here to make my money,
Because, it is very sweet and sticky at times with the muse of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem