One never knows,
What tomorrow holds and proposes.
Or what a future means.
Until in it one lives.
And in it,
One is there to live as seen.
But a discipline began...
Should not be delayed,
Awaiting the hour to come...
To display a presence with an activity,
Of it done.
As it should be with a regularity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem