Butter wouldn't melt, Rain weathers a cliff face, Gold burns brighter than silver.But she still longs, For the boys to shout, 'Figa' when she crosses the street.
Well, you got my attention with the title! (I'm learning Italian just now) . The poem is great, very poignant and also witty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem »