If your favourite places
Became bars and restaurants
And you went to the hills
In bum shorts and T-shirts
And sunshades;
If you went frolicking
Shamelessly with my friends
Wore clothes of independence
And tell lies and live in houses
Infidelity built;
And abandon your girl
And simply reticulate yourself
In town like water board
Am I still your lover?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem