To Anders Karlsson, the love of my life
He wears those jeans
Those that kind of cheap
He talks about spirits, gods
And unreliable things
He talks about plants
That I ever known
He tell me about how sad the life was
Before I was born
He is from faraway lands
I’m from the center of the world
He’s lived in Stockholm
& I in the country below the sun
But the life is sometimes great
And made each other met as well
I remember him walking down to the street Colon
With those cheaper jeans and his black t-shirt on
I was sit down on the sidewalk
He said hi and I said hello
And for moment my tongue was stop
I saw his eyes and I got lost
Like the Quito sky his eyes were
So clean, so pure, so blue, so there
And the next thing I remember
The barbarian invasions of myself
In the most lovely, softly way
After that time all was so nice
Sweet talk around the square
And that’s the story of how I met
The sweet barbarian from this tale
But as a tale before the “happily ever after”
We have a proof to make
He went away to the north lands
Meanwhile I’m here waiting still for him
I always miss him, you know that well
Sometimes most and sometime less
But I always love him ‘til the end
No matter what, no matter if the love forget me again
‘Cause I know I loved him at once,
That sweet barbarian, the owner of my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont like giving out bad reviews, but I do like helping a friend out with some advice, you need to work on rythme and vocabulary, breaking your poem into parts to make the flow come better. I do like this one though great write!