Never looking into the unacceptable behaviors of other
people, because I do not know their thinking process,
cultures, ways of life.
Looking only on the surface of things, writing what I
see before me in pictures of my mind, expressions and
gestures adding to the rhymes.
There is no way to go beyond this unless learning more
about another person by talking to them, finding their
wants, desires, opinions on everything.
In the end, we can never really know another, even though
we go into depths with them, there will always be areas
that will not be understood.
They themselves may not be able to tell us exactly what
they mean or believe in, everyone of us being individual
mysteries attempting to explain and discover life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem