I am born with a curse.
I can not compromise.....
I suffer many losses.
I earn loneliness.
Again this rigidity is a gift.
I don`t have to scratch other back.
I don`t have to meekly bow before some.
Thanks to this I am a volcano.
Thanks to this I am a storm.
And, above all, I am like myself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem