Although you are the land where I lay,
the rooted tree where Ego conceals itself
Although you are the placid river I drink
an embrace by the sleeping sun
I shall dare to walk toward the border
beyond the space
There’s a peaceful place
I know
There, where Still rests
Jorge Campos
Managua, November 2011
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| Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (1818) by Caspar David Friedrich |
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