From the earth's kiss of my geography
you have created the motion
of longing for my eternal bliss,
as you paint the windows of the timeless sky.
I have risen from the depths
of forgotten tranquillity, seeking for
your green mountainous blue lagoon.
And from there, you,
My Santa Fe,
the forever touch of my geography,
the brown soil of my history,
the metal rocks forming my landscape,
the lush wind of summer's chase
the sweet dew of the morning rush -
shall be the skin of my emerald earth,
that i may feel,
and shall be the core of my thoughts,
that i may never forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know your poetry for sure.this is an amazing piece of penwork