For me Christmas
is a day
like an another one
For me it's
only a waste
of time to
celebrate Christmas because
it has become
a superficial thing
I hate celebrations
because I can't
be alone
Now every major
festival is an
occasion of consumption
to spend money unnecessary
I want to
celebrate my birthday
in totally solitude
with books, pen
and paper
I'm so bored
on Christmas period
because I can't think
Every festive occasion
is a source
of anxiety for
me because is
a question of
appearance and ostentatious
pageantry
I feel a
certain aversion for
social occasion because
I can't stand
without my books
and my writing
I hate the
holidays because they
create discomfort and
unhappiness to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem