He came, and conquered.
Oh and how our love prospered, stronger..
But now I wonder how could I have ever loved such a selfish monster.

If you ask about my roots
I swear my speech will seem endless
but you don't have to..
because my accent will start to bleed through
and the names of my ancestors will appear in my eyes
You'll meet Amparo, Severo and Maria
Out of my mouth their stories will pour
and you'd be forced to swallow them whole
and you will like it
and if I allow you to touch me,
you'll feel the warm waters of my island flowing in
giving you a sweet glimpse of what serenity feels like
you'll hear tamboras, and Anthony Santos
Mami's melanin, curves and curly black hair
is what allowed me to become just as beautiful as the place we come from
-kgg

If you forget me,
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.