i'd like to make it simple
complicating it does not help
our situation
i do not have four feet
i don't know if becoming a fish can make me see thing clearer
but can clarity really help?
i guess with fifty-one years here
we are mislead by the
something that is clear
actually, it makes us more confused
unable to relate to something more real and
recurrent
i change, it is complicated,
i don't like it here, it is as simple as that
i get nothing here except
boredom,
all my wishes turn to stone
stone hits my head so bad
i need to go and look for a cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem