Y noto que no es tan fácil sentir nostalgia,
como lo haría en cambio bajo la atmosfera del otoño

donde cocos y palmeras son reemplazadas
por hojas caídas, tonalidades naranjas
y el aroma del café repetidas veces en un mismo día.

There is a part of the trip that does not appear in the photos.
It's not the scenery, it's not freedom, it's not the perfect sunset.
It's the moment you realize you don't really belong anywhere.

I pass through a portal with my uterus
it constantly and gently creaks, an acceptable pain, almost comforting.
I left behind a space of life that seems unreal to me.
in a present that looks to the future with too much expectation.

And I left behind the fears of dying for strange reasons,
I stopped checking every shirt for a spider
and hiking without thinking about snakes
or walking in the sun, without calculating how many years it steals from me.