If I had to leave forever my city/province I would miss most my mountains,
my friends and my mother's language.
As a Bonus a Poem of my friend Roland Verra in Ladin language
(my mother's language)
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Ala fin dl viac
te tieres dalonc
che duc va a crì
me sënti sota l ciarijé
y scoti su
la gotes pesoces
tuman tla veja
che les dlot...
L ncësa ie ulache
n uel redierjer
da uni marueia...
(Roland Verra)
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At the end of the voyage
in faraway countries
all are craving for
I sit down
under the cherry-tree
and listen
to the heavy drops
falling on the grass
and drowning there...
Your home is where
you want to return to
from any marvel...
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