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I come from a territory
With a skylight sky
With a river like the sea
That sometimes drowns me

Soaked in nostalgia
My song sometimes mentions
Some old illusion
Some close story

I come from a territory
Of joys and shadows
And I was cradled by candombes
Gardeles and Zitaorrosas

Identity of my song
Luggage of my prose
I have the soul of a bandoneon
And the heart of a milonga

I come from a territory
Where I am almost a stranger
Region where coexist
My own and others' exiles

Solitudes of immigrants
Settled in my chest
The homeland that could have been
And the one I seek and do not find

The nostalgia of my song
Does not sadden me or bother me
It is a mark that I carry
As a form of memory

I am in search of my land
Almost since I was born
There are times when it seems to me
That I had it and lost it