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In every corner of the world, a heart that beats, seven continents, stories that never fail.
From hot deserts to ice forests,
every custom is a dream, every gesture is a hug. I
n Africa, under the burning sun,
tribal dances that tell of those who leave.
With drums and voices that rise to the sky,
life is celebrated, and the heart becomes yearning.
In Asia, among the mountains that touch the stars, meditation is deep, the soul is that.
In Indi a, Diwali lights up the night,
an explosion of lights, hope that touches us.
In the Middle East, under silken skies,
the bazaars are alive, the tradition is perfect.
Ramadan celebrations, the fast that purifies,
where every prayer far peace is built.
In Europe, among the castles and ancient streets,
the Christmas celebration between lights and critical laughter.
In Spain, bullfighting shakes the soul,
a ritual of passi on, life that cries out drama.
In Oceani a, between waves that crash on coral,
Maori dances tell legends and evils.
A greeting with the nose, a gesture that unites,
a heart that beats where the sea does not end.
In South America, where carnival explodes,
between samba and colors life does not hide.
In Brazi l, Rio dances under the starry sky,
a river of people who dream of the golden step.
In North America, between cities and skyscrapers,
the parades and parties are loves and duels.
Halloween at night, masks and dreams,
a world that transforms, between fear and dreams.
And in Antarctica, where ice is a silent kingdom,
the only custom is nature that speaks eloquently.
There where life is scarce, but love is stronger,
the earth is celebrated, its beauty is a fate.
Every continent has a voice, a dance,
every tradition is a hope that advances.
In the cold of the poles, in the heat of the desert,
every custom is a story that makes the world more open.
The Earth is a mosaic, a canvas of colors,
of dances, of prayers, of a thousand loves.
Every culture is a fragment that shines,
a smile that widens under the same star.
On the seven continents, the heart is intertwined,
unique, different, but united in an arrow.
Every custom, a language that speaks to the heart,
and in every gesture a great love awakens.
