Waving a heavy sword up in the air
believing..am strong..AM STRONG
eliminating every thought of possible despair
as it swings all fears along
i lost some balance and control
BUT WHAT THE HELL!
didnt stumble yet and fall
AND WHAT IF I FELL!
hey..Don Kishot my dream will linger
like yours my windmills stink
even if someone snapped his finger
i promise i wont blink..i wont blink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't understand all of this poem, but it's original and very cool.