End to end it is just the beginning
So we thought, yesterday ends today
but today just lost it to tomorrow
Who cares?
is all passing away anyway
when shall this end?
is not like is some movie scripts
yet the part keep ending as it begins
What then is life in a broken whilom?
but who cares that yours ended anyway?
Is not like the world noticed you came
So why bother how is ending?
is a market mio amico
sell your goose and make bargains
maybe the traders will opt for yours
haha! ! our fathers too once sold their goose
Sell my friends and make profits or losses
It is called "La vita è bella" mio amici
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem