… And what was there? There was a poet, there was a voice, there was a guitar, there was a sad time…
Slow it down, horses, calm your eagerness!
Do not listen to the old tight thong!
But the horses that I’ve got are fastidious –
I didn’t live out my life, so let me finish this song!
I’ll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing
For a moment I’ll stay on the brink…
Translation by Andrey Kneller
We all have bias
That’s the deal about being humain
Penetrating the seeming realities of this world