The Echo/El Eco

I journey

Yo viajo

Into a land of mystery

En una tierra de misterio

Where reality is dead

Donde la realidad está muerto.

And where truths and lies dance in front of my eyes.

Y donde las verdades y las mentiras bailan enfrente mis ojos.

It is the land of imagination.

Es la tierra de imaginación.

The mind echoes the tongue of the different world.

La mente resonan la lengua del mundo diferente.

And the voice lives through the ears of others.

Y la voz viva por las orejas de otros.

But, when I return to reality

Pero, cuando revuelvo a realidad,

I realize that

Yo realizo que

Ethnicity is a balance

La etnicidad es un equilibrio

Between my past, my present, and my future.

Entre mi pasado, mi presente, y mi futuro.

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Author's Note: The poem is at its best when it is read aloud, especially for the Spanish parts. You can really hear the difference between the speculative musing of theEnglish language and the melodic cadence of the Spanish language. (Yep, I'm an English major and Spanish minor...this is actually my first poem incorporating both of those aspects)