if ever you search for emotion, my friend
run by the nearest airport
and find it in the arms of a stranger
embracing another stranger
find it in the union of the luscious lips
of two fresh youths
meeting in body as in heart
find it in the wrinkled lips of an old dame
kissing the smooth cheeks of a child
she knows from pictures
that have travelled in cold envelopes
find it in the eyes of that child
who sees a stranger he has been taught to call 'grandma'
and if ever it is not enough, my friend
find it in a foreign word uttered from the eyes as much as the lips
for it is the eyes that speak the language
you surely understand
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