Día del descubrimiento de América.

I am not "Latino", "Hispanic" or even "Mexican".
I am the product of some unfortunate events
that took place more than 400 years ago.
I am not who you want me to be.

I am the "other" in the applications, the"other" who decides not to specify out not of ignorance but out of knowledge. The "other" whose color of skin means nothing but mixture. The "other" that if judged according to the color of his skin can deceive you because I can identify more with "American" than with any other classification that they may give me; America is a continent.

I am not the lost light.
I am not the last breath.
I am not the beautiful girl under a light that brings out her cheekbones.


I am who I am because of how I was brought up and the personal decisions I have taken. I regret up to a certain degree that Columbus came to this part of the earth 500 years ago instead of coming today. I will give him not golden counts or a hummingbirds' necklace for mirrors. I would have given him my life just to take me to the other side of the world.