What's this place that's hiding me. What's that noise that's haunting me.
Where's this horizon that I can see, but I know I will never reach.
When will I live again, find a lover find a friend.
Pack my things and run away, find a purpose a way.
And then you will see one day that I am not all the things I say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem