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A VISIT TO THE VILLAGE OF CHILDHOOD

 

An inner mirage
upon the horizon
of an old remembrance:
A green field appears
beneath a bright sky,
doves are flying,
goldfinches are singing
in the magical park
of the little village.
Images return to life
from longed-for times,
and within man
reality and dream intertwine.

 

An inner mirage
with present nostalgia
for moments long gone:
The school hours,
joyful recesses,
friends laughing
in their tender years,
poems singing
of an eternal love
for the lovely girl
of the purest kiss,
and the still village square
of conversation and evening strolls.

 

An inner mirage
that vanishes
like time grown old:
Today the street is gray
beneath a darkened sky,
no doves take flight,
no goldfinches sing
in the tragic world
of skyscrapers.
Of the village remains
a mortal wasteland,
and within man
anxiety and fear now dwell. 

 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

 

 

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