Justification in life is never very fertile, leaving
a lot to be desired as many details are left to us,
to figure out eventually.
Thinking, pondering about what is trying to be just-
ified, thinking of every way to make it explain in
clear-cut explanations, giving reasons to qualify it
all.
Nothing is ever perfect, but we do the best that we
can in this imperfect life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem