In the silence of the night
translating is a skill.
That keeps you
aware of stranger´s rudeness.
When I ask,
Did I lost my home?
I mean,
Did I lost myself?
People´s looks,
feels like an island of winter sun.
That makes me dream
about the freedom of wander.
There is no place more lonely
than paradise.
I walked carefully
to avoid myself.
Roaming the world
has been my escape.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
In the silence of the night
translating is a skill.
That keeps you
aware of stranger´s rudeness.
When I ask,
Did I lost my home?
I mean,
Did I lost myself?
People´s looks,
feels like an island of winter sun.
That makes me dream
about the freedom of wander.
There is no place more lonely
than paradise.
I walked carefully
to avoid myself.
Roaming the world
has been my escape.
