Coming at a gallop from Distance Asia;

extended to The Mediterranean as a mare head,

this territory is ours.

Wrists are in blood, teeth are clenched, food are naked

and seems as a silk rug;

this earth, this hell , this heaven is ours.

To be closed the others’ gates, never be opened again

eradicate slavery of human to another

this invitation is ours…

To live as a tree; sole and free

and to live as a forest, brotherly

this longing is ours…