there should be no secrets
what for are they?
i go for mysteries, those that
still make me wonder
how beauty can still exist
how glory can still be found
when you tell me what happens
do not keep me detained
to the secrecy of your apprehensions
i cannot make myself mum
or isolated
i am part of this whole universe
in this symphony i am one small note
but i make a sound just the same
not heard
but still uttered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem