For those
Who take a direct flight from Managua to La Havana
On their way back to the old continent
And have a stop-over in Cuba
For those
Who feel desperate and fearful
Of what will happen
When nature’s freedom of joy is exchanged for man-made rules of law
When the rhythms of the earth become senseless tones of authority
When timeless lushes of wilderness are replaced by cold perfections of calculated towns
I give you my word:
After exactly one hour and 12 minutes flying through the dark night
Somewhere between Managua and La Havana
You take a look at your left
You will see her there
Your full moon
Surrounded by millions of stars
There she is
Your bright yellow balloon of fire
Waiting for you
Reach out to her
She will reach out to you
Listen to her
She will speak to you
Trust her
She will stand by you
Accompany you
All the way down
Once you found her
You can call on her anytime
She will always help you
Generously
To find that simple thing that you forgot:
Your personal way
Your way
Your way
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