Once upon a time my soul wanted immoral things.
Really It was honey and the exciting voice of the life.
I pursued pleasure and that are combine sensual and mental
I was a hedonist.
Also art was my pleasure and my mind wasn't serious.
Moral things is stupid restriction
This was my philosophy and also I thank myself who I'm a philosoper
I wandered between moral and immoral
But I had no any conclusion
Because this problem no answer.
Only I think that mixture two problems
I loved woman's body and also soul
Perhaps I don't know that I loved better woman, s body than soul.
No really I guess to do that
everyday I had to desire sexy woman and fatastic body and now is to do this
Woman's body were honey, river and the ground
I was deligent farmer but the respect was not good
Because I didn't know the woman's ground
woman's ground is mystereous world
Sometimes it look like very simple but always it isn't
It is simple but complex and it look light but sometimes it is very heavy
I was attempted conqest it but never it was conqust
Also today I dream that to conquer
Perhaps I'll dream forever it
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