Sometimes, I miss my home
Got my family on the phone
In this almost eternal exile
I see a star calling my alm
Then I see a hundred more
Burning like an explosion
I feel happy, even if sore
Of all those travelled old regions
The world is too big for one life
That is why we reincarnate
To taste all the slices on our knife
And turn around, that is my fate
Maybe not yours, and then it's fine
But at least I am sure of that
Turning around is really mine
And I'll come home with a thousand new hats.
17/01/2015
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