Today I have written three poems in English. Sometimes I ask myself why do I write in English and I see too many reasons at the same time. Too many and I can not emphasize the most important one…
First of all, I do it sometimes because I don’t want my parents to understand my writings. Not because I don’t like them, of course no, but because they will ask too many questions and I just don’t want to give answers. I don’t want to give keys to the secret sides of my soul.
There are few moments in life when it is really necessarily thing to do, but that kind of situation happens not often.
Well, sometimes I really want to find a way to express my feelings somehow without understanding them by the people around me.
Secondly, I talk by ICQ with my American friends and this inspires me to write in English, because in that time I do think in English too much. Virtual conversation in English on Internet does help too: one word, one sentence, something said without caution or too much care may inspire a poem, may cause unpredictable consequences.
I was thinking about the meaning of poetry in my life, I am really sure in what I am saying now: poetry is a real magic, it’s not just a language, and it’s much more than that.
