Where I'm From…
I'm from the smell of guitars
The smell of new strings and cases
I'm from the smell of cooking and
The taste of morning tea
Accompanied with waffles.
I'm from the sound of music and poems
The loudness of my guitar in overdrive.
I'm from the land of unpopular music and
Foreign languages.
I'm from the visions of my imagination and
European people. I'm from the feel of strings
And keys on the keyboard.
I'm from the land of Nemo.
Last but not least, I'm from me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is that what the smell was? I thought it was something else. An interesting poem, non-the-less.