In paradise people smile at you,
although salaries don’t cover their needs.
In paradise there are swimming pools and oceans.
I get a towel, you dry off in the heat.
In paradise time doesn’t matter.
Your life is just hard work and dreams.
In paradise there are cars and bare feet.
I get a driver, you walk the streets.
In paradise tourists glance at market stalls.
«Come to my shop and buy some tea».
In paradise there are wild animals.
You die with them, I go on a safari along the creek.
In paradise you can’t go to sleep at night time,
but I get mosquito nets and sheets.
Karibu to paradise!
This poem was written in the Tube in Madrid on 9 March 2013 immediately after a visit to Tanzania.
Poema escrito en el Metro de Madrid el 9 marzo 2013 inmediatamente después de una visita a Tanzania.
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