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MY MOTHER SAID THAT they were going to return
the dark swallows
but I never saw them returning
I didn't see them leaving
and if I did
I don't believe I could differentiate
a swallow from another bird
but my mother and my father promised
So I thought it was a very important matter
and the truth is that the I believed them
just as they told me
We were returning to our homeland
the holy land
and I wondered
how we could return
I don't remember ever leaving
but still I believed.
Today I see the swallows
are not dark and I see
they have not returned
And that the only homeland left for me
is the land of poetry.