Maybe from the beginning
I am like a child
that does not want
things to come to an end.
At times I stand alone
against life
orphaned from my dad, my grandma
even my animals
the ability to understand
the reason of why mortality exists,
as if people and animals
by their own choice walk out of your life
and I struggle with the reasons
of human existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem