Inside of Aldo's life
The cuurtain doesn't rise anymore
After 14 years
And it is so painful for me to see the fall
And to live with the fall every single day
I am aware that I can't get rid of the pain now
Because I have to live with it every inch of the way
Even though the curtain that rose in my life
For 14 years is not there anymore
Because
Somebody ripped all the way into rugs
That is so ashame
Because it was part of my fame
That somebody is dying to have
But I wonder who?
Of course who else would rather have my fame
Than my enemies
Here in the world of poetry
i think you are kinda sick in the head aldo and really delusional. i talked to you few years ago and i got back to find out you have written 10000 and the first in 500 most liked poet. i am not jealous but i am so irritated on how you dumped all your garbage lines in this fading art just to be famous. your so called 'enemies' are probably as irritated as me and NO, THEY ARE NOT JEALOUS. just ANNOYED.
It was written by you...you have to like it You kind of have a big head and believe that people purposely say that your poetry is crap when really, we are just being truthful. You can't stand the truth, make a one sentence poem about that...yeah i said SENTENCE not LINE.
This poem I love vry much. Everything that is written in this poem is true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aldo, I am so pleased... you lost.