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I am a wanderer of the world,
wanderer of the friend,
of the solitary and of the good taste.
I am the radiant morning of the sun,
of the clouds that afflict
a rain of splendor!
I am the door of the continent,
alien to wars,
to death without fervor.
I am the rights of the child,
of man, of love.
I am the bridge of the traveler
who walks without pain,
through distant lands,
lamenting, the hope
of a world without rancor.
I am the union of the airplanes
that fall, with their bombs
at every station.
I live and I am in the union of Love.
Peace and I Am
the walker who walks
without bullets or cannon...
