Poesías: my boat

martes, 21 de enero de 2014

I have a boat sailer

with a force on the keel,

that cuts and cuts the seas;

call ...: "How wonderful!"

Large elusive waves;

Tufts foam away;

Strong winds dominates

and little by little progress!

When to set sail

facing the north wind,

storms and no hurricanes

en route to the stop!

My boat! ...My tall ship!,

It is small and very pretty

the sailors want

and everyone envy me.

When I come to me when

and the other life I go ...

I will die with my sailboat

Poesías