Poeta (en inglés)

Poeta
I just dreams
What I was telling you
I just had the urge that you
Both derroché love seeing your smile
Both show
Rompo for letting me see your reality

And never in thinking
Juzgue some feel ready for this poet
That only comes to imagine
Life along with his Juliet…
That will be allowed to sleep a vagabond seeking dream
Tired of the world and walk
That did not steal the sky
Lose the illusions with blows from madness
Irrigation fantasy pa 'attempt smile
I remain the least that I remember
Water was passed.
I think without trying to remember you.
And never in thinking
Juzgue some feel ready for this poet
That only comes to imagine
Life along with his Juliet…
That will be allowed to sleep a vagabond seeking dream
Tired of the world and walk
That did not steal the sky