Italian version Here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/01/poesiala-mia-storia/
This is my story,
Without much glory,
with little joy,
life is a slut.
Sometimes it’s like staying in the waiting room,
waiting for his turn, while I wait for him,
while I’m bored,
but I respect you.
Sometimes they tell you there are rules,
but you want yours,
Like the tiles,
of your roof, the rest is deceptive.
Because I’m tired,
however I continue, however unpleasant it may be.
“I’ll take it in the ass”,
but I can’t do anything else,
than to stay here,
waiting for a better, higher time.
You all have your stories,
I want mine.
It’s not that simple,
a bit like rhyme.
That’s why I sometimes stop doing them,
not to force myself to express a concept through them.