Today I am...
thinking without thinking,
where I come from //
and where I'm going.

My heart buries itself
in my beautiful island,
and cries //
not knowing if I'll ever touch its sands again or if I'll ever return to its soil!

But I know
that the palms remember me,
because even though far away...
I am root!

And the song of the coquí //
in the distance,
sings to me and tells me—
that I still belong there.

Because I carry in my skin
the sun of Borinquen,
in my eyes,
the blue of its sea,

in my dreams,
its cobblestone streets...
and in my laughter
its drums!
ringing!
ringing!