One man's failure is another man's succedd!
You are the daughter of Zeus;
One man's downfall is another man's joy!
I am the son of Yahweh;
Football is to brazil as Baseball is to America! !
But, one man's meat is another man's poison.
Of a ripe old age,
Of the sweet of love with roses;
And like flowers for your lovers,
But, Paris is the land for the rich but not for the poor.
Take the sandals off from your feet!
For this place is a holy ground;
And like the muse of love in the City of Salt,
But, one man's faith is another man's worry.
In the City of Sugar!
In the City of Pepper!
In the City of Love;
Burt, hurt, curt, yurt! !
And like the message to my brothers and sisters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem