"The pilot sails high in his pastel paper plane,
Seeking an island located in his brown eyes.
A golden palm tree stands proud like a pillar,
Waving its emerald flag as a farewell signal.
Dolphins flapping their songs on the breeze,
To thump the exit of their native officer.
Now the pilot glides with a fresh tomorrow,
Across the blue horizons of a learned yesterday.
Engine soars fluidly through forked skies,
He embraces a new country in his arms."
- a. i. a.
