first days
on earth
man faced nature
all was in the interaction
between body and the forces
then we created tools
and ideas
and shaped an environment
to enclose ourselves
somewhere things continued
simple thoughts became complex
spirits became God
and God became organised theology
tools became technology
and now some dwell almost in cyberspace
reality
it's all ideas and tools;
but one can discard them
and one sees the nudity of meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem