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Aug 2014
If I burn my boat, there will be no more
If I sail with my hands
there will be nothing left
If I walk around a brick
my heart will be lost
and if my heart gets
lost
I will find chance
where the sails fail
the hands steal
and I go far
as far as the castle
coming to my dream
holding a piece of silver
and the cloud
to the mountain
the deer will come
then my life will be
gone
and I will sail
with no cloth
just a hand full of hope
and in each finger
there will be a drop of blood
with all the joy
and all the pain
sailing in front of me
holding the scale
with a big mast and a hammock
instantly folding and dreaming
on this land
that it is I
Luis Mdáhuar
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Luis Mdáhuar  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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