I'm always surrounded <br />by any people <br />who never wanted to be happy <br />in their own destiny. <br /> <br />It boils in me <br />the will of the traveler <br />of wanting to leave <br />every moment <br /> <br />I've never been in other place, <br />except those in which I needed to be <br />– just for necessity... nothing else. <br /> <br />To Montreal I've never traveled, <br />but it must be better than here. <br />And maybe any place is that: <br />a refuge to the excess of monotony.<br /><br />Jonas Goncalves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montreal/
