A poet, maybe
Words musically flow from his lips
A vagrant to anywhere he may travel
Instrument in hand, this city street urchin
Will charm away your change
Only to ramble onward, toward another nowhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was awesome! I really liked that one. As a guitarist, sometimes I feel like being a trabadour, many musicians/poets are always searching for something it seems. I'm new to this but check out some of my stuff if you get a chance.