My soul is hungry of wide open spaces The trees, the mountains and lagoons Of feeling a half grain on this planet And not the queen of my own room I want communion with the nature Make rain as welcome as the sun I want to learn with the ants’ labor And know the ride has just begun I want to learn discipline in Japan Want to learn cooking with the French Want to play music with the Irish Take my feet to dance in Spain I want to learn loyalty with the dogs And patience with a fisherman To a wise Chinese I wanna talk In front of a waterfall stand Put my arms as a flying bird In the end of the Cape Town Simplicity with children learn I want to laugh with a clown In Wales I will be a hiker Want to be peaceful in Tibet And get the sensitivity of the writer And like the Italian joy spread A goldfish memory for the hurt Elephant memory for the good I want to learn And wonder mouth, nose, ears and eyes Horizon line, your hand in mine