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!
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
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!