Night, a lamp and me
The same series of dreams and me
Such a journey without knowing it
What a desolate road and me
Walk along all night
The caravan of your memories and me
Don't mention his love
The wind will go crazy and me
Well, there is a war between the two
When the mirror opposite and me
I pray loudly
When God alone and me
How familiar we have become
The atmosphere of the house and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem so artistically presented! Well done, Shakira!