Divulging mysteries unknowingly through written poetry, doing everything my way, regretting nothing being written throughout the years of my life.
At times I threw up my hands, surrendering myself to death, hoping he would accept me with all my frailties, yet he didn't want me either.
Giving all talent and gifts to the universe without reserve, but always doing it my way, never letting anyone have a say with my words of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem