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…No homes nor any hamlets
ever stopped you
never blocked your eternal
and unobstructed path,
gypsy, unmatched people
triremes of my land:
behold, untamed mules;
you have tents for sails
look at their palaces and
their temples that are built
in an eye’s flash they rise
and tumble as they stand
after they are completed as
your mind creates them here;
and you aren’t the gypsy slave
as your home is winged like us
and follows, devoted as it is
to its master and not him to it.
Libros Libertad 