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Aug 2021
Between the murmur of eucalyptus and the smell of yellow broom
my steps lead me to my distant childhood
away from the noise of the big city
everything is getting sweeter and kinder
and on my face the smile of a child is drawn
Cesar Botetano
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Cesar Botetano  M/Lima, PerΓΊ
(M/Lima, PerΓΊ)   
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   Fawn
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