When they call me
When they call me:
“Gilbert”
It means fear
I quickly know that I botched
But when they call me:
“Gilo”
It means I succeed
But it is so rare
Don’t ask me how or why
This is so clear like the sun
And the same as
Black or white
Day or night
Winter or summer
Ocean or continental
Hot or cold
Man or women
Good or bad
Rich or poor
Up or down
Mountain or valley
Life or death
Laugh or cry
War or peace
Heaven or hell
When they call me:
“Gilbert”
It means fear
I quickly know that I botched
“Gilo”
I succeed
But it is so rare
GGC 21-10-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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