Oh, my homeland
I don't know how to define you,
whether it is your land or your people,
some abstract idea
or those who now are absent

Oh, my homeland
you died from lack of conscience,
an unusual detachment;
they sold your freedom for coins
that today do not even pay
your burial with of grace

Those of us who loved you
and in fact we still do,
are left in limbo,
in deep agony,
th...

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I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,

if dishonesty surpasses the truth

I don’t know If before that twilight

the hours paused 

and their shrieks burst out

I grope my way along the road,  

finding a dungeon at every step;

the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire

taking root very close to me...

I don't know what I want to be and for what;

in what...

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