Hungry

My soul is hungry of wide open spaces

The trees, the mountains and lagoons

Of feeling a half grain on this planet

And not the queen of my own room

I want communion with the nature

Make rain as welcome as the sun

I want to learn with the ants’ labor

And know the ride has just begun

I want to learn discipline in Japan

Want to learn cooking with the French

Want to play music with the Irish

Take my feet to dance in Spain

I want to learn loyalty with the dogs

And patience with a fisherman

To a wise Chinese I wanna talk

In front of a waterfall stand

Put my arms as a flying bird

In the end of the Cape Town

Simplicity with children learn

I want to laugh with a clown

In Wales I will be a hiker

Want to be peaceful in Tibet

And get the sensitivity of the writer

And like the Italian joy spread

A goldfish memory for the hurt

Elephant memory for the good

I want to learn

And wonder mouth, nose, ears and eyes

Horizon line, your hand in mine