Of a year wasted in a foreign land trying to learn a language,
Of a year gone by with another exams to write again;
But, where is this future leading me to?
I have no money oin my pocket and,
Where is the future for me?
September 6th results,
Like a clip of an artwork to the universe;
But to Managua and Nicaragua,
Here is my voice again with a bitter heart to write my muse.
Man oh man!
Boy oh boy!
This style of living over here is unbearable;
And i have to live with my head always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem