“I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.”— Roque Dalton, from “Like You”, trans. Jack Hirschman
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but heaven knows I’m miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heaven knows I’m miserable now
In my life
why do I give valuable time
to people who don’t care if I live or die
The feeling miserable anthem for ever..
“You love me a lot hm”
“Love might not even be the appropriate word because how I feel transcends general human emotions, I don’t think anyone has felt this level of love before”
