(CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS )
Foreign people here are danzing
You are drowsily this watching
I like this wild, antique rhythm
And go to dance with them, I free
I want to make friends in dance
I want show them we have chance
Communicate little other each
And start this process with me
Their taboo be with me prohibits
My hand they pretend not to see
Fainly they to grab my hand finally
With them a strang woman dancing
And I’m learning to dance like them
The same turns, jumps and steps
The same beating our hearts
It’s wrong I’m dancing with them ?
Because all of you are reluctant
And by my actens not convinced
None of you will go to dancing
Cultures strangeness does for this
I’m dancing with them is wrong ?
Foreign people, enemy mens ?
Is still a taboo to strong
The same beating our hearts
A care free, joyful this moment
We will remember together
We, kids of the same Earth
Separated by ancient hatred
( November 12,2024 )
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