Ink And Drawings Of A Troubadour Poem by Emil Cerda

Emil Cerda

Ensanche la Fé, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

Ink And Drawings Of A Troubadour



"Just as there are thousands of species in the Sea, so life is unknown, not because we don't know who they are, but because we don't know who we are.


"In the foolish sentiment of a ruffian, there is my attitude. Drunk with nostalgia, even the Moon laughs at me.


"What shall I do of this damned gloomy despair, kill me, or drown me? !


"As long as I see these people walking in their own ego, the sands will dissolve through my tears.



"I fear the unknown, that's why
each
time
that
I cry,
I speak
... with Death...".

Ink And Drawings Of A Troubadour
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death
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Emil Cerda

Ensanche la Fé, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
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