do not mind other people's pain
we too have our own
do not mind much less their own happiness
we have ours too
we keep things as they are
seeing them in our own light
we fly along with our friends
on our special wings
those that make the least of sounds
ahead of us
the island of our ancestors
the paradise of our presumptions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem