(dedicated to Maia Padua)
La Rioja invites me eagerly
Oak tree’s growing down
I wish I could love you
Snow falls slowly on Krakatau
Green doves smile to the poor
Why can’t you let it go?
(inspired by Warrant’s Sometimes She Cries)
Krakataur, that was the place of a violent volcano back then. It I think darkened the skys for years. Sort of like our Mt. Helen but Krakataur was much much more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem but a little bit hard to me to understand it all. Others comment show me what is krakatea. What i dont know what is Rioja.