Little Epic of a Poet
The city where I was born was destroyed
by the dam breach, the house where I lived
became flooded rubble...
I didn't learn to swim there
So I came to Rio de Janeiro...
The city welcomed me with cents
typical thunderstorms of the mars waters...
Without threshing or border I saw myself as Romulo
without Remus... I felt sans canoe and sans oars... But San Sebastian helped me
and there I was jubilant
as I had never been...
Today the poet that I am, I live remembering the epic events that happened... !
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