Monsters of solitude haunt me in a city of millions,
Monsters of solitude never leave my side,
The world seems to be in constant turns,
Somnolent moods in a late Saturday evening,
Keeps me under the clouds.
A victim of globalization,
A victim of the young professional syndrome.
Hidden clauses make me wonder,
Make me think,
All these mixed emotions,
Have nowhere to go.
All alone with the Monsters of solitude.