Imagine living your whole life not knowing what you’re capable of. 

The Journalist and His Companion


by Boris Scherbakov

 

I want a companion to roam the world with me,

Hand in hand we’ll conquer each city,

And drift into trances at dawn, only

To wake up at dusk in the country.

 

A few kisses here and there, as you hand

Me the camera that will capture the world:

Children starving, a mother’s crying,

Earth stolen, barons lying.