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I wasn't yet born
and those rolling hills
with renewed green awaited me
to explore cloves of orange and lemon
waving in the noon's peacefulness
never felt by any other boy
burning with eagerness; 
doesn't he frequently
miss the picturesque scene so brilliantly
adorned by the soft colors of dawn
and extravagant fantasy? 

Continuing the unfinished journey
is a must to quite down his desire
seeing the squealing swallows 
take over a sky once dominated by eagles,
keep him company and he'll show 
you the winding paths and the emerald valleys...
where beech trees, maples, and black pines grow;
if curiosity excites you, follow him closely
and meet those cloudless celestine skies
that are wondrous to behold and admire:
how much thrill one can see in a bewildered eye!

On warm spring afternoons the gentle doves 
and the rough pigeons cooed outside open windows,
no dogs chased them away, they were safe from harm;
all the kids were in school distracted by their coos, 
soon they would storm the large square shaded by girths...
youth thrived in them and their smiles had a special charm!

Nights had their fascination when the above sky
was a myriad of constellations in continuous illumination
from a Universe seen by sparkling dreamers' eyes,
and lovers would hold hands making their wishes;
wasn't this place the most magical imagined by
a teen who never wrote a verse until he left it
on a September tearful night that began the continuation
of his unfinished journey in another continent?

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