Argentinian despair.

I am selfish,

I recognize my lack of moderation;

I will not return to Argentina with haste.

I wonder what wisdom comes with silver hair,

and what tragic love it has experienced.

 

I liked my cigarettes in times of need;

I can fix that.

I need no judgements.

Have faith in my creed,

for look at you now.

 

I am the leaf eater,

no I am his conquerer;

bring the wrath of poseidon about me!

I fear only the mind.

 

Sails of lies will not take wind,

deceive me no more.

I know how to feel God,

and he shows me his face:

it is old.

 

Like a book entrenched with water stains,

the words do not weaken.

I’m proud my shoes are worn,

and my body scarred,

my arms bloodied,

and my turmoiled mind never a rest.

 

Maybe one day I’ll miss my flight,

and take the bus instead.

 

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