In this country there are no harsh
Prerequisites for citizenship

In this country neither natives
Nor foreigners are born and die

In this country there are
No tyrants and slaves

In this country nobody
Sleeps or wakes up

In this country the sun
Does not rise or set

In this country there is no
Fathomless sea or unreachable sky

In this country all roads
Lead nowhere and everywhere

I live in this country because
It it is not found in the World Map

I live in this country because
It has no fixed or shifting boundaries

I live in this country because
It opens vistas of impossible possibilities

I live in this country where there are
No demeaning forms to be signed

I live in this country where I am free
To wear my own striped casual voice

I live in this country that is found
In the invisible map of my imagination

I live in this country that lies
In the Tropic of Words

© Felix Fojas

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