– THE RETURN –
Hope remains for me
to find the path
that will take me to your root.
Hope remains for me
to cross the pond
That keeps me from you.
Hope remains for me
to weave the time…
that takes with it this kite.
Hope remains for me
to embrace your charm
that shelters my country.
The wait is endless.
The bread that is not given is bitter.
It is like spring
that chases away sorrow and loneliness.
Let’s see if God knows
if I will return
to that distant land where I was born.
Let’s see if God knows
if I will find again
the light of your gaze to be reborn.
Let’s see if God knows
if I will return
to that beloved land to flourish.