Here I am, with my soul split in two//
one half made of hot sand and the other of foreign concrete.

I speak in two languages, but dream in one, and sometimes I get lost in silences that cannot be translated.

There I am "the one who left."
Here "the one who is not from here"//
I belong everywhere, and I never belonged anywhere.

My roots pull me like waves to the shore//
but my steps have learned to walk without a fixed map.