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How can one describe it The unspoken bond we share With our mother land It defines us in front of the world Who am I? First of all, Colombiana It is a bittersweet feeling Of wanting desperately to be home But enjoying the yearning and the waiting It’s like a gravitational pull towards one’s land. But, Isn’t it ironic… That to be able to experience it You first need to leave Mariana Gil |