The voice of my land You who are far away and don't know my land and in its destiny see only mafia and war. You've never seen the sun at dawn when the sea awakens and with its warmth, drys the sweat of my laboring people. You've never seen the brilliance of the lights in our hearts when even the hurts tired of calling for attention turn into love. Yes, you can tell me because you write to me only of sweetness without ever mentioning all the christs who have been crucified and I answer you. You've never heard the voice of my land and the poetry those other things pertain neither to the people nor to my land. Translated by Arthur Dieli (Los Angeles)
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