As I am composing poems
You said me a fool.
And a fool knows nothing,
Okay, I know nothing.
What is there to know,
that also I do not know,
And in this sense, let me
declared myself a double fool.
I am trying to know myself
at this time, when the time
itself is changing its colors
So far my knowledge goes, I know
only one color there or no color,
Be wise, dear and admit the fool's word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem