Wednesday morning, January 18,2023
The words you choose to use are yours alone.
Advice, in some cases, matters very little in the end.
Our temperaments, characters govern almost everything
we do down to our choice of words. The words you embrace
are yours, and me mine as were those of Heraclitus whispered
to himself in his most private moments in Magna Garcia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem