I sing tonight. It's the ol' babalu.
Though tired and drawn, I am called.
I hear the knock at the door.
The prophecy takes hold.
The school lessons progress.
The command of language multiplies.
The student seems eager.
Dimension gains hold.
Dreams of tomorrow grow.
Wishes come true.
New life looms on the horizon.
Fantasy becomes reality.
The promises burgeon.
There is pregnancy of parts,
Ocean of delight lies before us!
Hello! Darling, hello!
"Kiss me once, kiss me twice.
Then kiss me once again."
I want your lips on mine.
"It's been a long, long time."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let this intensive love and kiss become immortal.