Little Epic of a Poet

The city where I was born was destroyed by the dam breach, the house where I lived became flooded rubble... I didn't learn to swim there So I came to Rio de Janeiro... The city welcomed me with cents typical thunderstorms of the mars waters... Without threshing or border I saw myself as Romulo without Remus... I felt sans canoe and sans oars... But San Sebastian helped me and there I was jubilant as I had never been... Today the poet that I am, I live remembering the epic events that happened... !