Sometimes this person thinks
Of how many times me has appeared
In the thousand of poems written
By this poet sitting here
Don't think this somebody
Could write without saying it
And writing without using
Is pretty hard to admit
Thought it would be easier
To think instead of others
But each time this girl wants
To refer to the opinion of another
This word that is addicting
Happens to rhyme with lie
Seeing just the letter
Is very tempting to my eye
How easy it would be
Just three little strokes
To let you all know just
Who it was that spoke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem