The Expatriate

I am, therefore I think. 

I think I have grown tired of these walls, so I walk out on the veranda to a fresh view. 

The walls are gone.  My perspective has changed.  My protection shed. 

The hair on my body dances from the breath of the gentle breeze.

 I did not know they could dance.

 I see the sun orange and red calling me.  But in what land does it lay to rest? 

I know you, my neighbor.  You enter a castle, but by simply entering are not made king.  You have told me what is there, but have not become.  I have so many neighbors.   Do you understand?

Who am I now? 

Where was I before?  I seem so far away. 

I want to become.  I want to know.   

The firm earth will turn to sand.  It blows here and there.  Can you catch a grain?

My friends become enemies overnight and would cut my throat with a word. 

It’s lonely. 

How can the beautiful blue sky turn dark and dreadful so quickly? 

The sun is so beautiful orange and red when it’s on the horizon. 

I want to touch.  I want to know.


By Mateo de Colón

Global Citizen! こんにちは!僕の名前はマットです. Es decir soy Mateo. Aussi, je m'appelle Mathieu. Likes: Languages, Cultures, Computers, History, being Alive! \(^.^)/