I escape the time of sorrow when I think of the past. When I think of what I believed was true. Liars are everywhere liars are for those who don't want to struggle for themselves, they look for a denial, they look for a little and they fear the climbing, this is what I am near now. I look at the sky and I have no sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem