My daugther is three, my hell is two and our relationship four, a thousand sheeps I count so I could it go to sleep, two tousand notes to apologise to you, forty phone calls, twenty messages so I guess is hard to skip our relatioship whenever I feel you next to me.
Hundred and fifty times I promise to be a better man but I failed 300 times,23 is my life but I only was happy half of it and even that I try to lie that I don't miss you let's do the math and count how many times we were happy into the days that we spend together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem