The people of Buenos Aires are waiting for me to arrive
In the square
And when I arrive in the square
They all come to greet me
And at the square I do my poetry readings
Every wednesday
And the people of Buenos Aires loves my poetry
After my poetry reading is over the people by my books
I sigm my books for them
And after that I go for lunch in a local restaurant
The weather was very good in Buenos Aires
It didn't rain at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the whole idea of this poem. Reading your poetry in the village square.....enjoying a nice lunch in a beautiful city......nicely done!