There is so much about life we do know!
And so much about it we pretend does not exist.
Only to medicate ourselves,
To accept a point of view...
Insisted with the assistance of complaints,
We all share and defend...
That the 'reality' lived,
Has to have a normalcy that 'is' crazed!
In a conformity that is allowed,
Preferred and recommended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem