The Puerto Rican Literature Project

to say goodbye without getting nowhere in this abridged world

to run the send-off with the uncertainty of the right direction in 

a babel sliding through the entrails of the limitless city

not getting lost to arrive at a land with not promise

at a paradise with the face of freedom bought at market price

to open the door green light

to see the forest

to see the sea

and the dust covering them all

to look up to see the growing progress in which you don’t count for anything

to discover after walking ten thousand steps over concrete,

water, and air that the safe place for counting days through the windows till the end of a breath

is a land conquered under the rain

under the sun

between the air

and the dust covering everything