i agree
and that will be completely
that the beginning of
philosophy is wonder,
that the beginning of wisdom
is not the fear of God
but love
that the beginning of poetry
is feeling
one that you cannot speak about
frontally
or directly because what is obvious
loses the meaning of
its truth
that what i feel sometimes may all
be too disturbing
to you and so here i am
in the world of metaphors
masking
if only to reveal the true face of
myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem