Technicalities always hindering what we intend doing,
causing us to set aside some time to take care of them
until we can again move forward.
At times getting angry or upset, because of its incon-
venience, then eventually being resigned to an invis-
ible purpose that we're normally unaware of.
Life continues without a thought and we go our way,
forgetting all about what we've gone through as the
years get away from us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem