That your cars cross,
Victorious and unbeaten,
The Jordan, the Tigris and the Euphrates
Cross the Ganges if you want it
The Nile, the long Volga,
Go beyond the Mississippi,
Overpass the Amazons,
But me,
I’m going to stay here,
Without you,
In the streets of Gomorrah
Feeling the warm fire
Going over my skin
As if were the caresses
Of the wind
In hours of the dawn.
If I go with you
The risk that I’ll be exposed to
Would turn my soul
A rustic statue of salt
For that reason I prefer to stay
Here in my city
Seeing their walls burning away.
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