Este poema en inglés se lo escribí a una amiga en Rusia.
To Russia,
with Love
The snowy Russian landscapes make me feel
cold,
But when I see your smile, my heart feels
warm.
It’s because your grace of my attention
takes hold
And makes my heart beat as strong as a
thunderstorm.
Your hair, your eyes, your nose and teeth,
Even your little mole that’s on your left
cheek.
Seeing your body makes me wonder what’s
underneath
Oh gorgeous Russian goddess, you make me
feel so weak.
Even though I know I’ll never be with you
I pray that you find the love you deserve
I pray that smile is never erased from you
Your smile, the most beautiful curve.
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