Hello friends of #hive, I hope you are all very well. In this opportunity I have come to interpret a lyrical zarzuela entitled "My Village", here it is told a little bit about how you miss your beautiful village, and that you are excited to see it again even if the character comes something old, I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.
My village! How much the soul enjoys looking at you again, my lares! After crossing the seas, I look again. Ah! Thinking of you night and day, village of my loves, my hope was reborn, my pains were relieved. Thinking of you, serene sea, thinking of you, beautiful sky, my sorrow was sweeter and my distress less. Always in my village I thought, always I ambitioned to return, and this moment I dreamed again of my village to see. It does not matter if the strong boy comes back old, if the heart jumps in my chest. It does not matter that I am fighting to win the gold, if today I come back rich and powerful. It does not matter what I had to suffer; what matters is that I am coming back never to leave.
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