POETRY
EN ESTAS TIERRAS / IN THIS LAND
“When you slip/ slowly and lovingly/ through my fingers/ I cannot hold you/ and explain a thousand things/ Each time you smile/ and show me your shoes with buckles/ or tell me a story of space flights…/ Each time you intrigue me/ with your riddles/ with your words/ that will always be foreign/ to our experience…/ It isn’t a reproach/ sister/ Little sister born in this land…”