I don't understand.
Is it ok not to?
This need I've always had
to know and understand
is ebbing.
But should it?
I haven't a clue.
Don't know what he wants.
Is it alright to just ponder
and wait a little longer?
Is it wise?
I'm at my wit's end.
And here I pretend,
with questions on end;
And doubts that I fend
with questions on end.
(Itajaí,12 June,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem