I dream of a castle standing by the river of grace,
built with pure love on the land of real wealth.
The strong walls around it are of salvation.
Its roof is of flowing blessings of heaven.
It has three rooms: faith, hope and love.
The kitchen is full of the bread of life.
Its doors are of never-ending fortune.
Its windows are of the rain of mercy.
The ventilators are of beautiful songs.
The ceilings are of victory and glory.
The dwellers are from paradise.
Here is the castle of a dreamer.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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