His April 1997, το ένα παιδί μου αντιμετώπιζε ένα πρόβλημα στο ξεκίνημα της επαγγελματικής του ζωής, απ’ αυτά που όλα τα παιδιά αντιμετωπίζουν, εξ αιτίας κακόβουλων ανταγωνιστικών συμπεριφορών κάποιων συναδέλφων στο χώρο δουλειάς.
That night, σκεφτόμουν πώς θα μπορούσα να ενδυναμώσω το παιδί μου και να το οπλίσω με θάρρος και αυτοπεποίθηση. Τότε σκέφτηκα ότι ο καλύτερος τρόπος θα ήταν να μιλήσω από καρδιάς και έτσι προέκυψε το ποίημα this:
εσύ να συνεχίσεις άφοβα το δρόμο.
Να μη σταθείς, don't look away.
Straight body, with cloves as high as you can make it.
And’ if walking is difficult for you
and’ antara and blackness envelop you,
the road from’ your eyes if you lose,
like a nut shell if the storm shakes you ,
the eyes of your soul to close
on streets, that your spirit carves
and we pushed the finish line through them,
sure that whatever you desire there you will find it
Courage draw from your mind the springs,
iomates as above ap’ the water of knowledge
Lean on branches woven from experiences,
which in your life you collect little by little.
Don't be misled by other people's criticisms,
which they shamelessly utter without hesitation
Don't get carried away by’ the blunt,
that the older the more stupid thoughts.
Stay away from such people,
don't give in, do not feed them
to continue strung n’ they roar,
to rejoice because they are first ap’ everyone
M’ these are pure joy, unsatisfied,
because deep down they know how much they are worth
and they try their means to hide
with silver dust, and’ she is fake.
