Dear Editor,
A Farewell to Candor. I arrived one day with dreams, and so the years went by. But one day life put before me the hardest moments I have lived, and I was left alone. But an angel came that helped me, and tried to entertain me in spite of not speaking Spanish like I do. She helped and supported me, and gave me a great friendship that grew day to day.
I lived great moments at her side. But in life all ends, so this too ended. Today I leave my beloved town, I do it as I can’t go on. I don’t know if I’ll return to Candor one day, that only God knows. My heart remains here, and when the cardinal sings, I will return to be with you. I ask forgiveness of those I’ve offended. I don’t forget my defects, as the human being that I am. Thank you all, most of all to YOU. You are an amazing person. I will have you in my heart, and will always be indebted to you. The Old Carlos.
The Little village of Candor is small piece of land that I will never be able to forget because, hidden between mountains, it enamors anyone who decides to visit my little town. It has a very small river, which cuts across it calmly, and on its banks my soul often rests in silence dreams. Here sings the cardinal in a very beautiful way, and the brightness of the stars has unrivaled magic.
Its people are respectful and above all amiable, always willing to help he who needs it the most. And even though it is a little village, it has the stature of a city. May you be welcome to Candor, because peace you will find peace here, and therefore you will be able to enjoy because God wanted it so, may you arrive at a paradise that you will never be able to forget.
With all my love to Candor
It is the Village of Candor
A bit of earth
I’ll never forget
For it hides within its mountains
And enamors whoever dares
My little town to visit
It has a little stream
That traverses it with calm
And in its meadows my soul
And though you may not want, my little one
You more than anyone will make me hurt
But do not cry my good soul
That even in death I’ll love you so
You will be always, my bliss or my sorrow
It is the destiny of a woman
Reason she had, my poor mother
For a woman I abandoned her
With the illusions of those years
Towards life I ventured
To soar I yearned, I flapped my wings
And a tiny home I made
New loves were in my life
But my mother I never forgot
How it pains me never to have told her
I will adore her forevermore,
She will be always my beautiful queen,
The same queen of my childhood,
There is no love on earth
That will wrest her from my heart
Because you love a thousand ways
But more than a mother,
More than a mother,
Only your God
Sincerely,
Carlos Roman
Candor, N.Y.
