What I like to is go outside,
watch the sunset,
then nap and dream of other worlds,
some not born some not yet dead,
dream of all of this in my head,
then I would like to hold you close,
an then think of other dreams,
where we kiss goodnight,
I undress to get ready to go to bed,
where you waiting just for me,
to lay down so slowly,
touch your body hold your hand,
Kiss your lips once again,
in these dreams that never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem