Por: Valentina García Acosta
La autora disfrutando del sol canario.
I feel like a traveler inside my own house
drained from jumping between spaces.
My heart is pounding and the echo carries me away.
I move my feet like a ballet dancer,
trying to not be an inconvenience.
I deform myself and become smaller
talk less.
I become invaded
when the sun comes out
and my voice is cast away
from the tropical island
This is not my paradise anymore,
but it is for the ones who pay
So I put on a mask,
I speak their tongue
Ready to serve them
under their watchful smile.
The sand is turning into dust
but
the customer is always right .
the water is drying out
but
the customer is always right .
the fire is swallowing the pines
but
the customer is always right .
Sooner than later I will begin my journey.
However, unlike them, I am moved by necessity.
Nourished by the fear of breaking down
if I stay where I belong
I was born in the sea
but I walk through the land.
And the pieces left behind
still remember my name.
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