when you go back from where you
once stayed
you notice that there is a wrong there
and it is messy
very messy
and your friends who cannot believe it
call your attention
it is a shame they say
and it will be damaging to my reputation
but i have no plan correcting it
i leave it there
to show me who i was and why i am at present
elevating myself to another level
after all i am the fruit of so many errors
an improvement of my past mistakes
and i am real
and so i leave things as they are
unretouched and no matter how erroneous they had once become
i still think
that they are so beautiful
because they are real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem