Nonsense, Spitting on my poems.
Contradicting thoughts.
You are not my kind of person,
playing on my nerves.
Waste of time, no light emotions,
shadow of the gloom.
Like a swamp where you get swallowed
by a stubborn groom.
Daniel, you don't satisfy me,
don't bring any light.
You are using me to touch me
but it is not love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem