I love Sunday mornings!
When the city barely babbles softly,
and only some rumors cut the song of the birds.
The calm is almost solid,
while the Sun turns my room orange,
and in my pupils.......
the moonlight says goodbye for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Thanks for sharing, Julio.