the problem may be:
I live in the sincerity
of every smiled promise
even though I know better.
if things and beings
were meant to be understood,
he would not have to demand
for my definition of
perfection: simple,
nothing changes
except for the fact that
you are now allowing
for things to be so.
one day,
I'll be able to completely
accept the problem
as simply myself, and nothing else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem