It has mattered not how fast nor how far I have travelled
I have gone where the winds of chance have carried me
I have known the heady exhilaration of victory
And I have known the gnawing pain of defeat
But amidst countless days and endless nights
I have never ceased searching for an oasis of sanity
In this madness men call earth
For the worst fate of all
Is to be forever alone in your soul,
Without ever having found peace.
I have gone where the winds of chance have carried me
I have known the heady exhilaration of victory
And I have known the gnawing pain of defeat
But amidst countless days and endless nights
I have never ceased searching for an oasis of sanity
In this madness men call earth
For the worst fate of all
Is to be forever alone in your soul,
Without ever having found peace.
Beautiful, Nicola! I'd love to purchase your book, but it doesn't seem possible to do so from Argentina, for several reasons. Congratulations once again!
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