oh.. darling...
i have many things to say..
i say many things, and so much...
don`t know how to start...
and from where to should i talk...
have many things inside, ,
and can`t talk any...
most of my life started with a pains..
and all pains started with me...
and any start, begin with a troubles...
oh.. sweetheart...
even with any trouble, became another ones...
how i can tell you...? ? ?
while i don`t know, how to tell..
tell you what...? ? ?
tell you from where..? ? ?
and tell you about what..? ? ?
while every problem became, many problems..
please, don`t ask me, more...
cause, even me don`t know...
even don`t know the difference, between the happiness and the sadness..
and don`t know more what is the right nor the wrong...
destroyed...
broken...
confused...
but all what i can say...
my life is started, with a cries when i born..
and then with a hard life...
and sure i am that it will ends with a sad life..
so, i still Alfie, while i am not...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, again Im speechless in front of your lovely words, 'where to start' your poem is so moving and your words are flowing with a sligh effect on the ears, such a romantic and artistic piece of poetry, keep it up