I dont no who are You.
But when I read your Poem
I feel like I go in the paste.
In some a century
when everything was slower:
Wather was clearer,
The hand was gentler
The moment was longer
There where love was more honest.
Then I stop me:
The Wather can be clearer
The hand can be gentler
The Moment can be longer,
But real love is always:
Simply Love, Simply Eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem