Tourism
to travel with both clocks
to the city of lust
we paddle wishing well
where we rent our souls
to whom plunks our dignity
far away the animality
tourism where we leave our wings
tourism where we ever win
our bodies swelters through tears
fines crack down on our sins
when we return to our wings
journal logs slashes by reality
but no ones impacts our destiny
future ever will be our history
tourism where we leave our wings
tourism where we ever win
Lluís Ribes i Portillo
