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carelessness

There is a place filled my desires,
a place where over the years gravitated perennial
memory
a eucalyptus aroma
broom in my staves.

there a place in my full senses
kissing the rational calm soul, from the memory
impending birth
counted my steps without haste
tender and dismissed my desire for new life
return as a mother peering Waiting.

there a place in my life bubbling
Ampay curd and Pisonay,
bathing in streams of Marin
rainbow painting my destiny
when love was butterflies in my nest.

There is a sacred place in my heart
of being and feeling woman of grace,
with miscegenation and race
I live in total freedom and primordial
my pride, heritage core.

there a place in my blood flowing where their times watched
orphan wept
streets away
to tread the sacred right to return to my feet kept

of contemplation alone, where foreign

and adopted her mother was pleased, was
earth was love,
was offering.

There is a place called Abancay
wonderful place, my land, my land
my mother, my blood, my everything ...
Abancay!

Lucy Martinez Zuzunaga
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