The reason
In times I read and laugh
Or smile, or cry…
While looking at faces
Watching me in wonder.
Their comments do vary
Both in words and silence:
"Why such a reaction…? "
Reason is clear
As is sun in sky.
No matter where I go
I am part of that life
While they are heroes of
The cave of Plato,
Tied to chairs in darkness;
Their brains are moulded:
"What you see is real."
They never socialise
With others as they are
To feel the others' lives…
Looking at photo of
The bull-run, Pamplona
I recall the Azores, Portugal
And how I, was involved.
Was young and crazy
Meant to be a part of
That culture, locally.
So, I ran as they did
And the bulls behind us.
With a look on shoulder
Saw huge horns near
Jumped over wooden wall
And fell on other side…
Blood ran down my face!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem