Stronger felt to keep,
Are our delusions to fantasize...
With them romanticized,
As time goes by.
Than it is to face the truth,
We would rather have reduced.
And replaced by something,
Much more seductive.
Something that identifies...
Our lives to live with less reality.
A reality criticized as being too honest.
And too offensive for those of us who seek,
Deceptions to keep that which leaves us all...
With reasons kept to embellish lives that don't exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem