My land, my earth









My country

is the smallest country

in the world.

my country fits

inside one-hundredth

of one molecule

in a touch between one strand of DNA

my country

has room

for everyone

every European

every Chinese

every Mexican

every African

every Indian

every Asian Pacific Islander

every queer

every nomad

of the earth

every two-legged, four-legged,

crawling, burrowing, winged-


fit in my country.

Everyone is welcome, everyone

I'll happily give you

my country

as long as you promise

not just to take care of her

to let everyone

live in her in peace

in garbled flags

in borders without pigment

borders with human pores

to breath freely

to live breathing

My country is everyone, is everywhere

my country is small

bothers no one

invades no one

drones no one

doesn't stamp your passport

doesn't ask for identity documents

my country lets you be

lets you exist as yourself

lets you determine who you are

my country has no borders

other than those of humanity to humanity

my country has no armies

no prisons no police

no homeless no one suffers

at the hands of other humans

my country is all the colors

the clash of colors, the contrast

the muddy blends, the stark yellows

the pink sunrises, the red of your tongue

mu country fits in your veins

fits in the bat of an eye

welcomes you to our bodily paradise

you can have my country, if you want

it's already yours

walk slowly take your time

my country is in no rush

peace and freedom take their time

rest a bit get up work hard, party

in my country

even the dead

get a turn to dance

every now and then

there are no regrets

there is only life

and its mortal pleasures

in my country

oh! in my country

you would be ideal

you would fit right in

like you always lived there

like your ancestors had been buried there

as a matter of fact

I would encourage you

to bury your ancestors here…

to bring your ancestors here

to my country

to bury them here

take care of them here

take care of our country

where everyone

where every living being


my country is so small

that everyone fits.

And in one of her pores

fit all the suns and moon,

my country, you and me…

~ arnoldo garcía (c)

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