gray eyes gentle, calm
always remind me your look
and you, young man, written down
into our first small garden,
fruit trees, brick-red shirt,
green of grass and white
of the drying underwear.
this place still remained
without great changes
but only in my memory
because there a new-old building
is already standing
and it needs the complete refurbishment
and you aren't affecting it,
you are repairing the roof of our house now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and goog writing. I like it. DA