THE LAND THAT WAS MINE Poem by Jorge Gaitán Durán
THE LAND THAT WAS MINE
Just to meet Sofia Kühn,
his thirteen year-old lover, Novalis believed in the other world;
but I believe in suns, snow, trees,
in the white butterfly on a red rose,
in the grass that waves and in the day that dies,
because only here I can hug you as a fleeting gift,
and finally like a god create myself in your pupils,
because I lose you, with the land that was mine.
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