Contributor: Daviel Ortega
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I rise with the sun
I go out across the cracked clay
I sprinkle a path
of corn meal
I sprinkle a path
I raise my hands
to greet my brother
so brightly smiling
in the sky.
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Translated from EspaƱol by Jorge Rodriguez II. Love to my adopted father.
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