Only leave me as I am, dreaming/of being a morning star courting the sun - Julia de Burgos

honor grew white hair/in the homicidal empire.

All the flowers… are open, awaiting my arrival, and they clothe beaches of the most beautiful blue, to receive my life, whole and healthy like before. I want to spend days by the sea, burning myself in the sun like we did in our juvenile days, and to be able to return and see my river, with the same tranquil and yearning eyes as I did when I was its bride.

Where does the laughter wander that decorated life/when your heart gathered my sadnesses?