Finland and Africa

I see a dark face with big eyes 
bulging out, around the 
flying a restless flies. 
Breast of Mother Earth's children cry 
malnourished, Africa will remain 
if only fragments of humanity? 

Tempt me no fame, no celebrity. 
Longing inside me to grow just a new opportunity. 
White is the color of Finnish winters, 
blue and white colors of the flag, which 
flies fluttering in the breeze of freedom. 
The arch of the bridge was built by the most beautiful poem 
the author, the poem so much love. 
I dream of a world without hunger, the limits of 
sometimes it is, swaying peace, and love 
only the cradle of the poet.