"I have this image of myself, I am corn, I am masa...I am being shaped and molded, brown hands seasoned by cold spring soils...these same hands hold me up, as life rains on me, and red sun dries me, parched, I am coming into being, emerging and one day I will rise up and their names will resound on the crest of each breath..."
"Tengo esta imagen de mi misma, soy maiz, soy masa. Estoy siendo formada y moldeada, manos morenos forjadas por la tierra fria de la primavera, estas mismas manos me sostienen, como la vida cae sobre mi y como el ardiente sol me seca,-----, estoy llegando a ser, sungiendo, y algun dia, me levantare y sus nombres resonaran, en la cima de cada respira"
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