Goodbye to the ocean whose breaking waves bring us humbled to our knees. In their deep and profound mysteries. Goodbye to the pastel houses fincas, fields and mountains. To the graffiti murals, tags and poems. To the people, lovers,and friends who roam. Goodbye to those whom also pass through magic lives and distant lands. Gooodbye to the southern sun and salsa rhythms. the coqui who runs. The chickens who woke us up at 4. The letters left upon our doors. Goodbye until we meet again. Family, lovers and our friends.
The Silent Singer 