Nostalgias | Poesía [ES/EN]

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Tengo un caimán cansado que a diario llora.

Massiel Guitiérrez Leyva

Un país
ha perdido su patria
con la sal
que desconoce su nombre.
Nostalgias,
olas,
arrecifes.
Sueños,
y un país
entre los escombros.

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©Copyright 2026 Roswel Borges Castellanos. Todos los derechos reservados.

Esta publicación fue parcialmente traducida con Google Translate.


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I have a weary caiman that weeps every day.

Massiel Guitiérrez Leyva

A country
has lost its homeland amidst the rubble,
amidst the salt of fellow countrymen
who do not know its name.
Nostalgia,
waves,
reefs that do not dream.
A dream of nostalgia,
and a country
amidst the rubble.

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