Sunday, January 18, 2009

Home

A travel, a long hour of journey
Across several unceasing municipalities
Road trip of vitality
Sparkling vision of a hometown
Towards the doorsteps
Filled with the origin;
the bourgeois living.
Home.

Away from the city streets
Gone through the mildest bridge
of honorable hard struggle for freedom
Into the woods where giants arise
The mountains where fog kisses your cheeks
Gathered with comrades and the basic masses
Celebrating the Party's meaningful day,
Nonetheless...
Home.

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