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Viens no maniem vismīļākajiem dzejoļiem:
The house by the acequia
its front porch dark and
cool with begonias,
an old house, always there,
always of the same adobe,
always full of the same lesson.
We would like to stop.
We know we belonged there once.
Our mothers are inside,
lighting candles,swaying
back and forth on their knees,
begging the Virgin`s forgiveness
for having reeled us out
un such very weak string.
They are afraid for us.
They know we will not stop.
We will only wave as we pass by.
They will go on praying
that we might be simple again.
/copyrigt Rosemary Catacalos/
The house by the acequia
its front porch dark and
cool with begonias,
an old house, always there,
always of the same adobe,
always full of the same lesson.
We would like to stop.
We know we belonged there once.
Our mothers are inside,
lighting candles,swaying
back and forth on their knees,
begging the Virgin`s forgiveness
for having reeled us out
un such very weak string.
They are afraid for us.
They know we will not stop.
We will only wave as we pass by.
They will go on praying
that we might be simple again.
/copyrigt Rosemary Catacalos/
