Sinopem, or, Nostalgia
Is it a physical space we seek to find inside, loved ones, ourselves once all is no longer?the homeland enters the main veinher incomparable scent penetrates each body cellone stunning aroma after anotherthirsting for her, beyond any measurein hunger pangscaptive in intense longingetched in permanence into memorymy childhood in many of her spacescarefree years of my youththe magic of my early adulthoodunrivaled,in the flesh and the blood,distant memories,reappearing as experiencesone corner of the homelanddisti...