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.
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