We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds, that's all I've wanted- to walk in such a place with you , with friends, on the earth without maps. We will all die, and we will die full and passionate with loved ones and people of different races. We swallow each other's taste; exchange each other's bodies, float on the river of love; when we are afraid, we hide, just like this desolate cave. I want all of this engraved on my body. We are a real country, not a country with borders drawn on a map and named after those in power. I know you will come back and hold me, standing tall in the wind. That's what I want - to wander a land like this with you, with friends, on an earth without a map.