A friend to me
Freedom is a friend to me.
She gave me fairy tales
to get to know her,
the conscience to understand her,
the sentiment for loving her,
the truth to look for her,
the will to create her,
the generosity to offer her.
You are dear to me deep down, freedom.
Think of freedom
Think of freedom, the oceans,
the heavens, the vast estuaries,
the immense snowfields
that make you feel
sick of nostalgia, the wings
of those who fly, the love for life.
Think of freedom, the universes,
the journey of the man who carries them
within himself, the suns, the words
that like the exstinguished stars
continue their light
with life within us.
Good morning, afternoon, evening everybody,
we thought that our way to "fight" war from here, is to make feelings of freedom grow within us, share and offer them.
Anna - Coordinator - Own source