The Gipsy
Don't chain me to the ground, please,
because I was born with wings and have to use them,
or else I would not have been born with them.
Don't fence me in, because I was born out of wedlock
without fences, which is why I never needed any.
Don't put me down, because I was only born to rise and grow
and never could be put down anyway, so why then even try?
Don't try to put me into custody or hospitalize me,
since I was too well to ever run the risk of getting sick,
and I was far too clever to get caught for all my liberties.
Don't try to kill me or to bury me, because I am too much alive
to ever have my death accepted - it just will not work.
Just leave me as I am, an international and homeless bastard rover
beachcombing the seas, enjoying rainbow gatherings and parties,
an enthusiast for beautiful nostalgia,
finding brethren everywhere in hippies, vagabonds and outcasts;
and wherever there is life and party,
I am in the middle of it and enjoying it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-21 at 13:13
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