It might just be
that what I say
in casual conversation,
unthinking,
and unaware,
is entirely
and completely
probable.
Be it today
tomorrow
or yesterday,
what I said is true.
Maybe everything is true and written mystically in the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poems because they make me think. it is not the words i say that bother me but rather the words i do not say. the thoughts the impulsive side of me is dying to say which are never said for the sake of propriety and which probably could not have been undone if they had ever been expressed, these unspoken words never incite anyone to anger or disbelief, shock or dismay, and are then the safe harbors in which i remain, the embarrasment i never have to bear, and the love that is never expressed to anyone.