My man, more than
anything, must be one
Who’ll know how to make
fire with sticks and stones,
Who’ll hunt fish and fouls with bows and
arrows
And who’ll know where to
find edible roots and fruits.
He’ll know where to dig
for water in summer,
And shelter me and the
child from predators.
Which is a mirage and
which is an oasis,
He’ll know when we are
lost in Amazon.
26.03.016
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