todos cruzamos la frontera
de la alma que nos espera
con la libertad de nuestras
manos adentro de la pacha mama
abriendo las partes de nuestra memoria
que puede recordar abrir al alma y las alas
en los ojos
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we are the breaking light
migrating across queztalcoatl
taking the parts of the ocean
that are from the womb where we came
from taking the parts of the sand
that mirror who i really am
taking apart the deception
that somehow I’m separate
from anything
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