VIDESA
SRI LANKA / 2020
The little England,
This is the name given to you.
In your country in the lands,
In you lies a forgotten village.
Mahagasthota, cultivated meadow,
whose soil is full of tea.
Finding you isn’t easy,
Because your existence is volatile.
In you are crawling some beings,
living in the conditions of their ancestors.
Yellow and blue colors signal their presence,
picking, rummaging for seeds.
Your back is hunchbacked and hilly,
you must know how to walk and climb,
to appreciate the scenery he gives you.
Meadows, plantations and forest,
of these three floors we are surrounded.
Contemplating in your tub,
the marvels of a past time.
Green tea’s smell and paradise
SRI LANKA / 2020
The little England,
This is the name given to you.
In your country in the lands,
In you lies a forgotten village.
Mahagasthota, cultivated meadow,
whose soil is full of tea.
Finding you isn’t easy,
Because your existence is volatile.
In you are crawling some beings,
living in the conditions of their ancestors.
Yellow and blue colors signal their presence,
picking, rummaging for seeds.
Your back is hunchbacked and hilly,
you must know how to walk and climb,
to appreciate the scenery he gives you.
Meadows, plantations and forest,
of these three floors we are surrounded.
Contemplating in your tub,
the marvels of a past time.
Green tea’s smell and paradise