International

I would like to dance in a midst of an African party wearing masks, half-nude, feeling the beat, the rhythm, and the heat across my chest. Then I would like to fly under the infinite Asian sky liberating my soul, heart, and mind under the effect of the Indonesian rice wine. Then I would live for the white tundra in a solitary confinement, reproaching myself differently, maybe in a more philosophic aspect. Returning, I would go to the Caribbean, praying the life, hugging the sea, kissing the sun, and singing, singing for the humanity far, far in infinity.