I dreamed that there were no borders or barriers

and everyone was coming and going all over.

There were no countries with complicated names,

nor other languages difficult to pronounce.

There were no Latin or Jewish quarters,

consulates, embassies, or customs.

We were dealing with John, Joseph, and Peter,

having been forgotten the old records

at those big notary books of names like

Tudors, Stuarts, Windsors,

Whites, Browns, and Smiths.

Priests, pastors, rabbis and teachers,

together they worshiped the same God,

the same saints and prophets,

praising our common history

and sowing hope in the hereafter.

Restaurants, schools, and hospitals,

all of them were open to anyone,

as well the parties, weddings, and baptisms

and all other pleasures of the day-to-day.

Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, June 16, 2018.

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Published in Voices 2025, May 2025

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This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©