I don’t believe there are words that I could direct to those affected that would help or truly honor their pain or the lost lives. So, I won’t pretend to know what to say. But what I will do is quietly wish love, compassion, and the strength to carry this grief, however long it may stay. I hope they know the country loves them, and that, from the bottom of my heart, I hope that justice is served.

“You’re a lifesaver” he said to me, as I declared his wife dead.

He had seen her suffer too much, and I had been part of giving her peace, forever.

Me arrepiento de no bailar bajo la lluvia en el malecón, me arrepiento de no subirme en el tren y ver salir el sol en el lado este de Manhattan, me arrepiento de no salir a correr por la playa aquel dia en Las Terrenas y de no ir a bailar ese viernes al mismo sitio de siempre. Me arrepiento de tantos "no" y de pocos "si". Me arrepiento y siento que le he dicho "no" al placer del vivir.

"Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió",
Asi dice la canción, que desapareció.
"Y aunque tuviera dos, yo solo quiero aquel
Cien mil o un millon yo pagaré"

Si te contara de mi unicornio azul
Deberia especificar que él aún sigue aquí
Que no ha decidido irse, que no desapareció.
Te digo que es único, que solo lo quiero a él.

Al contarte de mi unicornio azul
Te abriera las puertas a mi corazón.
Te dijera que mi mayor miedo es
Tener que ser yo la que cante
"Se me ha perdido ayer, se fue".

Te hablara de sus ojos azules y piel clara.
Te contara de nuestros mejores momentos,
la mayoría durante mi infancia.
Te explicara que por él conocí Unicornio Azul
Y por el temo vivir lo que expresa la canción.

Island girl born and raised in the most chaotic part of the land: the city.
Learned to be cold and distant but born to be calm and calid.
Born to love, to be surrounded by love; forced to come and go, no stop.
Island girl, hopeless romantic; city girl, obsessive worker.
Contradicting worlds; one girl, one soul.
Between the city and its surroundings, between the cold and the humid
Is there a choice to be made?
Or can my soul stay as it was bred? Can the calm be regained?
Amongst the clash of chaos and tranquil sea, can I be both and island and city devotee?

I loved the absence of tobacco smoke
Until I realized it meant he was gone.

I loved the fresh breeze coming in through my window,
Until I realized it meant he was not behind the window smoking away.

It seems as if I loved the world when he was gone, but there was nothing more I wanted than being submerged in his love, tobacco smell and all.