I WAS BORN
ATTACHED AND BLOWN
TO THE DUST OF AFRICA
A FRAGILE PLANT
ROOTING IN THE SOILS
OF KILIMANJARO
BLOSSOMING
TORN AWAY
THROWN BACK TO
SLOPES OF JAGGED ALPS,
ROUGH SIERRAS,
SPLASHING WATERS
REPLANTED
FLOURISHING WITH
NEIGHBOURS OF NEW
COLOURS, NEW SMELLS,
NEW HABITS,
NEW SOUNDS, NEW
COMMINICATION
AND AGAIN
A NEW LIFE
HOT LAND, OPEN LAND,
HARSH LAND, SOFT
LAND, SMALL LAND
COLD LAND, WHITE
LAND, COVERED
UNCOVERED LAND
REINVENTING
RESETTLING
COLOURFUL
FULL OF COLOUR
PAINTING