Since you came, our fields don't look the same. You broke us down and changed our ways. We were once beautiful filled with lots of green and the calm blue of the sea. You destroyed familys and dreams and our hope simply disappeared. MarΓa, ******* hurricane, my little island is not the same. My heart aches and screams to see how it once were. Beacuse we were once beautiful and then you came.
On September, hurricane MarΓa came to PR and changed everything. I had to go through a though process just to continue with my life. I moved to another country to keep working on my dreams, but some people weren't that lucky and lost everything they had. Many people still don't have power and some things are going well. I just hope to see my beautiful island tbe way it was...