I did not ask for the sea,
I did not ask for the sky;
I asked for a little piece of land.
I offered it my feet,
but it did not accept them;
I did not abandon it.
They pushed me,
I made a mistake,
I did not punish the guilty.
I became a bird with clipped wings.
But I flew.
On a branch without roots,
with my soul and my wings,
I built my nest.
And I remained a bird,
a free traveller,
a traveller without a season.
I remained a slave in my wandering.
I – a free slave,
a traveller without a season.
