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guadalupe y su putas
You ask me about that country, whose details now escape me
I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory,
It would be as I would a past lover,
After years, for a night, no longer restless with passion,
With no fear of regret,
I have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz