It's fictitious and unreal how people envisage in changing my life,
but I am not so uncomplicated on fluctuate my judgment of what they induce,
' cause I'm obstinate on my own beliefs.
I may not reflect with my intellect,
but I allow my hands to explained
what is that my mind cannot exclaim,
however I'm a man with scarce in his lexis
who lets the unspeakable tone of a tongue to prohibit the talk
because I don't need my voice to express myself
the only requirement would be a permanent ink pen
to let you know that I'm here writting poems.
I don't write just because I love it,
Is a sense from my heart that make me feel warmer
I trasmit this motion to those who belive in emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem