First song of despair – by Juan M.S.

Unconscious being that I desire,

while inflation strikes my country,

why are you so near to me

and at the same time so distant?

Why do I need you in my life

while the world crumbles?

Why do I seek you face

when all around is darkness?

When are our paths meeting?

Where are we going to end up?

You go where the roses in spring,

and I, where the sun at night.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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