El Viaje de Regreso
Touchdown! I’m here, I’m back! I had played out this moment in my mind, But it feels different now. The customs signs clutter my vision, En todas las direcciones que I look, Inglés, Inglés, My native tongue. It is a comforting sight, But somehow it doesn’t feel complete. Part of me is still there, Amidst the jungle green, With the daily rehearsed, “Kolbi, Claro, ...
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