It was thinking about you
That I made my first poetry,
That I swallowed my pride
In the illusion
That you were mine.
It was thinking about you
That I found my smile,
And I learned to dissimulate
That I did not see
Nor did not hear.
It was thinking about you
That I forget you
And I start to LIVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem