This is the English transtlation of this poety: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/16/poesiasegreti/
Sometimes we keep secrets,
we do it for us sometimes
not everything we think can be shared,
sometimes we think how this thing can be divided.
sometimes we do it to stay safe,
sometimes so as not to stand still and stare at a wall,
sometimes we are afraid that certain things will be discovered,
like ours under the covers,
skeletons in the closet,
like feeling panic in the deserted streets.
Sometimes this is how we feel when cornered.
Fear of our demons,
that come to life when we feel weak.