My unborn grandchild, I rewrite the history that you shall read in forty years. Our utopian dream will hatch out of its cocoon and turn out to be real past, out to be real past. My unborn grandchild, just listen and dream of a place, of place where we don’t elect who decides on our lives, where we have a self-paced life. My unborn grandchild, just listen and dream, just listen and dream of a time in which we create what we need, don’t fill our lives with senseless work and where our rivals let us sleep, where our rivals let us sleep. My dear, just imagine a time in which our minds can fly without being shot, in which our hearts are adrift on the sea without being pulled to the ocean bed.Our unsaid words,they will be spoken. These self-deceitful lines, erase them, write something new, I exactly know, our world comes true. My unborn grandchild, will you ever be born, will the changes I see touch reality? But nevertheless I fight for a place, for a time and a space you’d be born in someday.
released May 13, 2013
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