Speak to me, Santiago.
Tell me of your streets.
Relate the story of your sparkling high rises,
how the bowl of your city spills over its edge.
You peer into my little Albuquerque world, Santiago,
but I want a window into yours.
A love taught me to love you, Santiago.
He lied to me about many things, but never about you.
I want to come to you, Santiago.
In your rain. In your silence that speaks of your history.
Send me a salt-sea wind, Santiago.
Use it to tell me hello.