Lets fly to the edge of that map that hangs on my wall,
The little border,
ribbons of navy and maroon will be our vessel of freedom.
We can walk back and fourth,
Between the tightropes on my compass,
And I will wear a crown of land.
But keep in mind, that little border is about as
straight and narrow
as it gets.
Frontière entre le noir et la couleur, frontière entre le dit et le non-dit, le bien et le mal etc....
Une agréable manière de définir cette ligne séparant deux mondes ni tout à fait différents, ni entièrement identiques
A wonderful picture and great words :))
You know what my dream is ??
A world with out borders :)
What a wonderful world it would be if we all just help each other all the way around earth :) with out borders
Isn't it really the weirdest thing to draw lines on a map and tell people: you belong on this side and you belong on the other side. And you are not aloud to cross that line we drew without asking for permission...
Sometimes I imagine being in space and looking down on the earth.. Such a beautiful planet and we really manage to make it all so complicated and messy.