The borders.

My dream is on another plane, not in this one

My heart is in another country, not in this one, but still, it is closer to the dream

They speak a different language here, but the whole world

Speaks the same language of love.

My thoughts are there, in another country, like the surf of the sea.

I am where my rest is, but my body is here, in the wrong country

And sunrises replace sunsets and countries change,

But they are getting closer and closer to the dream …

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