En Septmebre, je suis allé en Pérou, à Misiminay dans les Andes, avec vingt gens chouette. Ceci était notre expérience. Je l’ai écrit en quittant le village.
Misiminay
I live in a house built of clay bricks, that I made
I have to brave the elements everyday, in clothes that I made
I need to work for hours to make little return
I eat the animals I have personally reared and slaughtered
But I’m surrounded by views you can’t comprehend
But I see the stars, clear as day, every night
But I always make the most of what I have
But I am happier and more at peace than you will ever be
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