Sorry

My sweet home

I’m from the cordillera, where the smell of cazuela is always present,
the smell of sopaipilla in the morning in the street when I’m going to school.

The colorful dresses in red, blue and white on every independence day.

I’m from the many scars that I make running and playing with my young friends.
I’m from the important and necessary parties in my family,
where they share and laugh about how their life is going.
From the capital where a bunch of people are talking and going in many directions.

I am also from the eternal summer,
from the music that speaks in my body and soul.
From my grandmother’s kitchen
with rice, beans, legumes, salad, platano frito, and natural juice. From natural medicine.
But in the end I’m from my mom’s and dad’s arms.

Searching myself

Today I am a tree without my leaves, without colored flowers
Forced to be in a cold place, where the sun doesn’t pass.

Today I’m the beach in the summer, without any person, with the waves of the sea
hitting the shore of the beach with all their force.
A crystal cup full of water that is almost about to collapse.

Today I’m the shadow of who I used to be before…

I’m a jellyfish that only goes in one direction even if I don’t want to.
I’m a melted candle who used to be solid and glow for itself.

Today I’m surviving to my own self,
my soul and my mind searching and searching to end this suffering that only I understand.

Today I am also a child who is always thinking about their close people,
caring and putting them before me.

Today I’m… a survivor of myself.

Dear future Djeimy,

I remember talking a lot about how I want to be a singer.
Will these dreams come true?

I wonder if my mom is with me,
to recomfort me with her warm arms and prepare the dulce de coco I love.

I want to know if now we are able to grow in a place
where we don’t feel uncomfortable with showing our true personality.

Do we have our own home? A place to be just how we are without pretending.

Are we still talking with that person?
I hope we live with the two cats I have been talking about all the time.

Are we stable now?
Are we not feeling sad in the place we are?
are we happy in the place we are?

There are so many questions that I want to ask you,
but first how have you been?