Don’t torment yourself with questions
whether, why, when, where…
And the reply sweet-tempered
will come to you by itself.
Any sense in the efforts
will evaporate, spirits like.
You know who the wise are:
those who in peace abide.
And this simple idea
is a call, forgotten plan:
You are a man just to be living,
and you live just to be a man.
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I am bulgarian, born in 1982. I have three published paper books in Bulgarian language. The last was named "Sedimentation of Nature". My English is poor, but I'm learning. I'm trying to translate some of my works. :)