Moving slowly, getting tired of waiting for each note,
long roads of temptation keeping me from attaining
horizons, awaiting beyond the sunset as it falls be-
neath darkness and rays of the moon.
Silhouettes and shadows of the past hide the ones we
love, never again letting us see them, only letting us
feel them pulling at out heartstrings forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem