This is not it, this is not it
That I am searching, that I am searching.
In this way, I am rejecting all
And from You, O my dear, I am waiting a call.
I am writing, I am writing and I am writing
But the poem that I want to write is not here
O my dear, and I am availing the Truth however
And I am loving all everywhere together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem