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I remember

Do I have the right? To remember

Knowing that I am

just a simple immigrant.


Given that I have a slight accent

one might say I shouldn't

quite understand.


What exactly do we remember?

Whom? Why? And finally,

did we ever get to where we wanted so much?


What is the use of memory?

If we continually repeat

our own history.


I also remember very well.

Because I walk this way

with our experiences and our sufferings.


I live, I dream, and I love here.

Just like you and them

I create my childhood story.


And, this has been for even longer

than the place of my ancestors

or at least, in appearance.


I chose to make my life here too

Even if I am here

just a poor immigrant.


Still, it’s my home

And no, it’s not your place here.


Well, you are so right

The Earth is my home.


But, how to be free

in the world, if even

my body no longer knows how.


How to love without

being able to truly speak


How to change

without daring to be vulnerable


How to make peace

without forgiving oneself.

...

We remember.

And no, I no longer believe in it.


We remember the causes,

but we don't seem to speak much

of the consequences.


We point fingers and mock

even in our history books

our mistakes and victories.


We play the victim and the hero.


Without ever understanding

that maybe that’s the cause

of so much of our suffering.


And what if, no one is to blame.


What would the world be like

for this kind of re-experience?


And, what if we created a world without weapons.

Without power and without glory for the kings,

but indeed for us and the future of our children.


For those who walk on Earth

And not the sly ones who steal the skies

both the real ones and those in our imagination.

....

I choose life, love, and nature.


The consequences on them

that's what creates my coherence.


It gives meaning and it regenerates

even our abundance.


My sovereignty is

my true youth.


Life in freedom is

a total joy

which will certainly change

the depth of our

real deliverance.


I remember who I am.


And, I have the right to that,

even if I am just

one of many immigrants.


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