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Mi Pueblito Perdido

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.

Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
'O Amor Em Paz',
And other songs by Jobim,
Happy as you were back then?

O for
That wide-eyed
Impression of yours,
Paquita (la de Murcia),
Of your beloved Mary Lyn,
Happy as you were back then.

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.

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My little town? Ah but if it was in italian i would know straight away, spanish language is one that i adore, romantic and just has that specialness. a look back at times of pure happiness.

Thank you...Teddy

My little town, a beloved town of mine from my younger days, yes Spanish is a beautiful language, I adore Italian too, language and culture.

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I also enjoy mixing foreign languages into my English-language poetry. It never fails to send non-speakers of this or that language googling, lol. Great poem, Carl. Enjoyed.
Jerry

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It's fun to do for sure, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Carl.

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Carl, I love your pining and lovely poem about your "pueblito perdido". I also love small towns, villages and cities, I was born in Argentine Patagonia of British immigrants. English was my first language, I soon learned Spanish at school and went on to uni.
Raised on a farm, then bilingual boarding school in Buenos Aires, is the way I became bilingual.
Your title, content and feelings are so genuine, enjoyed all of it, best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

I was aware that Argentina has a sizable Anglo-Argentine community, what a fascinating story is yours, I feel a novel in there, or long poem. I'm so pleased you so love this very poignant nostalgic piece, I learned Spanish in Spain, where I went a lot as a child and young man, I am also bilingual, but English and French are my languages, Spanish I know quite well, but am not fluent.

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