You begin a journey forward, toward
the time well-called the time to come.
Because no land
is your possession,
because no country
is or ever will be yours,
because in no land
can your deserted heart take root.
Never– and it is so simple–
will you be able to open a door
and say: “Good morning
mother.”
Though the morning really is a good one…

–Angel Gonzalez

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