it is the same question as
how can one stop one's humanity?
it is our essence,
a nature second to none,
think, the quintessence
of what we are,
without the other, we die,
without sharing, we lose the salt,
we do not look back
what we did we left there
do not, do not look back
Lot's wife is only once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem