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Jorge Gaitán Durán

THE LAND THAT WAS MINE

Just to meet Sofia Kühn,
his thirteen year-old lover, Novalis believed in the other world;
but I believe in suns, snow, trees,
in the white butterfly on a red rose,
in the grass that waves and in the day that dies,
because only here I can hug you as a fleeting gift,
and finally like a god create myself in your pupils,
because I lose you, with the land that was mine.

LA TIERRA QUE ERA MÍA

LA TIERRA QUE ERA MÍA

Únicamente por reunirse con Sofía Kühn,
amante de trece años, Novalis creyó en el otro mundo;
mas yo creo en soles, nieves, árboles,
en la mariposa blanca sobre una rosa roja,
en la hierba que ondula y en el día que muere,
porque solo aquí como un don fugaz puedo abrazarte,
al fin como un dios crearme en tus pupilas,
porque te pierdo, con la tierra que era mía.
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THE LAND THAT WAS MINE

Just to meet Sofia Kühn,
his thirteen year-old lover, Novalis believed in the other world;
but I believe in suns, snow, trees,
in the white butterfly on a red rose,
in the grass that waves and in the day that dies,
because only here I can hug you as a fleeting gift,
and finally like a god create myself in your pupils,
because I lose you, with the land that was mine.

THE LAND THAT WAS MINE

Just to meet Sofia Kühn,
his thirteen year-old lover, Novalis believed in the other world;
but I believe in suns, snow, trees,
in the white butterfly on a red rose,
in the grass that waves and in the day that dies,
because only here I can hug you as a fleeting gift,
and finally like a god create myself in your pupils,
because I lose you, with the land that was mine.
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