Angola by Amélia Veiga

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I was not born from your womb

but I loved you each Spring

with the exuberance of a seed…

I was not born from your womb

but in you I buried

my longings

and suffered the storm

of a flower transplanted

prematurely…

I was not born from your womb

but I drank your charm

in nights of transparent

poetry…

I was not born from your womb

but under your shadow

I fertilized new offsprings

and opened my arms

to a transcendent destiny…

Angola,

you will not be the land of my birth

but you are the land of my womb.