Sometimes you realize
that it would have been much better
if you lied.
It stirs one to madness how the truth
ruined so many lives.
Sometimes you must accept that it was
never your obligation to tell it.
The world has its own spontaneous moments.
The truth reveals itself in such a fashion
Where everybody feels nice, happily moving
on with their lives
Free from the fact that someone has betrayed
what should have remained within the confines of the lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem