Recalling my Old Lar.

in #wafrica6 years ago

When returning to my old home

place where only

Hello dear community

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Then I tell some short verses, expressing feelings of all those who are forced by any situation to leave their home.

my old mistress

preparing a delicious coffee

I see everything around me

everything is old and new at the same time.

Nothing is familiar to me

I no longer remember my old friends and

even less to the past loves.

Recalling my Old Lar.

I say goodbye with a hug.

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That place looks familiar. Is, by chance, Parque de la Madre, where is Tercera Orden church?

Edit:

I've checked it, y sí, ¡es el Parque de la Madre!