sexta-feira, 4 de abril de 2008

Carmĭnis XII

The seek

I want to cross the river
of my delusion
and can go out from solitude isle

Some on a little canoe
I'll row to seek the happiness

No import
if the journey is not secure

Only import me
arrive in other side of river

A side without ache
where I'll meet someone
to cure my solitude aches.

by Cicĕro