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More than a thousand miles away Far away from everything I ever known Trato de acordarme de dónde vengo, hacia dónde voy Right then, tu memoria appears de nuevo as so many times before. How much I took for granted How much I wish I had… de nuevo How odd to miss the heat (el calor de tu verano) How odd to miss the rain (tu lluvia pouring down like a lullaby en mis noches) How odd to miss the humidity that is only yours to bear How odd to miss la lluvia y el sol y el calor de tu gente cursing and yearning and making their way in the crowd. How strangely odd to miss just everything about you. You, the land where I come from The land que me vio nacer. How much I long to be yours again, de nuevo To be near you again, Yet I remain always a part of you And you are to me a feeling engraved forever in my soul You are where I belong, my beloved, Panamá. Debra Rodríguez |
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