Noche de Poetas: October 9, 1997

Era 1993, January 19th late at night,
I just got home from my aint's house.
I saw my mom and look at her eyes, 
I was mad whitout even knowing why!
Got into a fight and run away from her,
stood out on the street and cry.
Next morning was the day, the departure day,
I was fifteen, and my brother six.
I left the airport at 8:30am leaving behind my mom,
and bother and with them my heart.

Next week will be the day, and with it five years.
A lot of fucking time has gone by,
Shit has happen that I don't even know.
The same I am not but who would know!
Become a US citizen I am required,
just to see you, I will do it.
PERUANO I was born and will die,
the nation lives hard inside.
What the fuck?  I am alone,
without a heart, left it at home with mom!
Pherphas one day I will get it back,
all I hope is that I can see them,
and make the happy moments all over again.

I miss you MOM!

                                -David Tello, October 09, 1997