I was here,
Facing the terrible blows of the monster
I was here,
Laying low and praying that she goes her way
I was here,
In the mitts of her loud growling and tumbling
I was here
The next day in the middle of the rumble
I was here,
Looking for water and food and shelter
I was here
For days of dark nights and nights of sleeplessness
I was here
Begging Jose to go away, far away
I was here
Begging Maria to keep away her blows
I was here

And I will be here,
For as long as I live, I know there IS hope
And I will be here
Giving respect to ancestral fortitude
And I will be here
The tree is not uprooted, it WILL blossom
And I will be here
The main cultural construct I want to claim
And I will be here
For I am part of the reconstruct of me
And I will be here
Working or fetting with the same journey cakes
And I will be here
Doing anything to make it bloom again
And I Will be here
With all who are here and cannot not remain
We will be here… next September… and the others too!