I WILL NOT DIE MY PARADISE GREEN
We left
body resting on the ground, perhaps as
ashes, or feeding ivy
our soul, free weight, such as light pen,
lands on something, or a call to fly.
On the walls of that house, let us touch,
perhaps in the garden and flowers charm our secret.
our voice will remind you, reading this book
it will not be dead, but alive in spirit.
The rustling of the branches, the rustle of the wind, my soul
will close, my breath
loving the rain hitting the windows,
is my warning to protect you from evil.
There will be times in your skin will feel fine,
touch of my fingers, you will love blade,
the creek walking by narrow channel
looking at you sound like the beating in my chest.
mutate in our body energy heavy
can fly, swim, without being exhausted,
for a while we look after our own, standardize
to see his life, his gestures.
My soul then as a traveler African
shaken to say goodbye
hand and return to their land, their warm jungle
to become tree or butterfly.
Fernando Africanus
Algete to January 19, 2011
Enter the fantasy world of Africa, where nature is your umbrella and where the heart expands. 
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