The English fog sets in the sky.
For qualification
in front of the blue forest
Beckham has taken
the Excalibur sword
out of the stone and the steel
shines on his leg.
While he awaits
the whistle of hostilities
in the forest he sees
blue Greek shadows
following every rose
attempting to bloom alone.
When the whistle sounds
one only darkness awakes
breaking the tombstone
built 9 meters in front-
His saber caresses
a silver bent in the sky...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
blue Greek shadows attempting to bloom alone. breaking the tombstone built 9 meters in front- those who understand the context of Soccer, England will understand all the implications that you mean in this poem... very fine poem... thank you very much dear poet.. tony