GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 1 © 2007

The ships dock at my port,

The customs charge divides,

The tithe in the right of a dead man.

With the passport kept,

In the pocket of my suit, I long for the moment,

To depart, to life, in a swift jet.

To divide the day into two halves and offer the sun,

Across endless estates,

To stretch the night with stars and its roll.

And the moon, solitary, will keep illuminating my sight,

One day composed, legendary,

On a manuscript written by my own hand.

The movement of the idea,

To be recorded everywhere,

And the world to proclaim, with a full mouth,

I will not stay silent either!

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