Classic Poem

The stranger asked me what my country was
My country knows no exile, no " abroad "
I told her: " My country is anywhere I meet
a stranger I can share friendship and love with
My country is an idea flowing with light
It is not bound to a flag, or a piece of earth
I've left behind the tranquil motherlands
to those grown used to a settled life
I've raced the winds on every horizon
The winds and I have sworn companionship