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