What a pleasure it is every time
I’m on a plane to Lebanon.
And when I get to feel that my joy
Dance and jump in my heart with singular algarabía
The Mother, the Father, Grandma, Grandpa
Everyone starts crying when their loved ones see them coming
They kiss his hand, and then his forehead
And Grandma cries with joy while maintaining a non-indifferent smile…
Balloons, smiles, hugs and kisses
Between colorful flowers and beautiful dresses
Habibi, hayatii, ayunii anta*
A million warm words envelop you like a mantra…
Lubnan, Lebanon, Lebanon, Lebanese
Whatever you pronounce it, it doesn’t matter
This magical, mystical, wonderful
Lebanon That I adore him, I do not doubt a single Second…
*My love, my life, my eyes
Spiritual Orgasms. Gloria Belendez-Ramirez
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