Orpheus played his lute
under the avocado tree,
sang for ages beneath
that glorious canopy
before departing.
Ages later,
a young wanderer
happened to fall asleep
under the tree one night
and woke up the next morning,
his head full of songs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Myth..maybe, but beautiful writing, without a doubt, so well constructed Love duncan X