there is a god with two faces
one that faces you is a man
the other who turns away concealed in the dark is a woman
well, they do not talk together
for it depends on who is it that they are talking with
it is actually an experiment on gender
since people are too conscious of it
not on the the truth that all these faces
are persons
who can thrive without the identification of
their sexes
that at the end, man or woman, the face does not matter anymore
it is the psyche
and the Cupid that rule at the end: the trust
others call it faith, or hope, but i prefer
what i believe in
the love innate and pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem