spent forty years tried to embellish it
and Tripoli still have not changed a bit
the journey through dreamlike villages
which restored their prediction in images
burning body is poured with the holy water
Fidel Castro had learned in a special manner
the first symptoms of ancient disease increases
to find a refuge where he escaped from the crisis
stood in the middle of the guest room
they saw the ruins of the heroic prison
it was only one step below sunshine
did he ready to become the groom?
you've think no need to tell the reason
look around! the lion began to decline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem