Lorenzo handed Liliana to Carmen and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Let’s get this field done.”
I’ll never forget how, one night, with my two sons, I went to the river. Near the bank, in front of a cottonwood tree I called my tree. I undressed and danced and fell on the ground squirming and swiveling as if I was mating with the Earth.
I held the hands of my sons and crouched on the muddy bank and I dipped my hand in the water and wet our faces. I dried us off with my skirt and we laid back and while looking up at the night sky, I suddenly started crying. I yearned for Mexico.
I am crossing back now, a rare songbird, vanishing into the jungle. A bird without a name, that will appear to you only during certain times of the seasons.
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