when i was younger
and when our house
was surrounded with
trees and the roads
are still sand and gravel
when the guava trees
are full of fruits and
there were not many
neighbors, when i was
younger i climbed those
trees and gathered the
ripe guavas and i rested
my body in one of those
branches and i feel like
a tiger taking my prey
alone to my delicacy but
back to reality it was just
the guavas and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem