In the murky depths of a river
I lost my aquatic feelings
and gripped a totem pole.
The saga of the river stopped there
with no more quest for the sea
From that day onward,
I learnt some words
- - - - martyr, freedom.
Thus, a war started,
in childhood,
with ethnic opium.
My moon left my sky.
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