IMPRESSIONS

(7-10-17)

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I saw the horses grazing in the fields,

and yellow  flowers in big bunches swing,

old eucalyptus swaying in the wind

and peaceful cows all scattered through the green.

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The evening falls on my flat Chascomus,

my soul mate, the place where I have always been,

I take the air I have breathed within

the scent of country that my nostrils filled.

 

The isolated groups of lonely trees at dusk

and some bent greyish sheep in herds I see

A running calf gracefully reaches mom

and flocks of birds defy the laws of geometry.

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