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RE: Nota de un Emigrante VENEZOLANO
The sun comes up and it's time to say goodbye this morning
from our family and friends
towards an uncertain direction to another country,
we leave behind a lot of our being
of our experiences, our customs,
all in search of a better life.
I breathe and I think .....
Nothing like my floor
nothing like my air, my seas and mountains,
those things that today went unnoticed,
tomorrow they will become a great yearning.
I mojo my eyes and my throat gets numb, I dissimulate as I take his hand and
we keep going,
because there is no going back