In midst of rain
Susana my friend, a girl
Of sixteen years in blue
And on a pink sweater,
Because of the cold,
Merciless, and lashing, still
We feel it is the best time
To climb the hills together,
When the blue smiles and the
Sun sprinkles gold on the wet
Grass, a beautiful afternoon,
She is on the balcony,
Making braid, and I am on a
bi-cycle pedalling for the ascent.
I find again it rains,
She is with me, we are going
From the plain to the hills
To the hills in our dreams.
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.