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RINCÓN CREATIVO
And I don´t know how to hold,
The nostalgia of not being there.
It has many things to go through;
See the Mardancho and the Ebro water run.
Contemplate its sunrise and sunset
And see in their meadows the snow fall.
I know I´ll see you someday,
Well being away from you , cannot be.
Although they say that the distance
Has nothing to do,
I keep loving it without being around it.
To this valley that saw my birth and saw me grow,
And as time goes on
I want to go back to it.
As I want to die there
And there my ashes spread.
Thus always there I shall remain
And with my people I´ll rest.
Olwuhis
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