Dear Tapa,
Are you comfortable?
And why not?
Are you feeling bored?
And for what?
You are innocent, my love.
Keep innocence
With you, no problem.
You are brilliant
And you are silent.
Am I right?
You are my breeze,
My partner.
My sweet,
Nothing to repeat.
With you I see
Everything right.
My evening lighter,
My musical instrument,
My words of poetry,
My fixed star
In random life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tapa, my wife, my better half, my guide