looked in the mirror. In his face had the remnants of the bitterness experienced in fifteen years of absence. Miss your home, remember its green landscapes and child games at home there by the lake. It was just an unfortunate more in foreign country, it might be better back and give up this quixotic adventure that only left her frustrations. Without money to undertake the return was filed in the police station. The next day he traveled as a deportee.
RETURN
Mountains looming in the distance frame the landscape
place where once had to help
in the hard work of the old.
The bright blue sky
in the waters of the lake reflects
and the walls of a dilapidated old house
lie on the floor.
flowers that stand in the meadow which make
impressionist painting a picture that is treat for the eye,
a tired traveler coming.
Joyful feels when contemplating
a sidewalk, which saw it grow,
and so finally I would like
rest in his beloved homeland.
Emigrante that once
to leave their land by a twist of fate,
again today as
wandering pilgrim to leave but never moved away:
en la cara
las huellas que mostraban el camino...
del retorno que cada día soñara.
Rahulig/010
DRA
Imagen: Embalse de la Copa
Toca - Boyacá
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