|El lugar donde los sueños se realizan.|
25 pesos a Sayulita,
vaya con el Jesusito rojo.
La noche de crickets y el mar crashing
duerme, duerme, dormir
y me senté en la playa
sin hacer nada con nadie.
Los perros enamorados,
the pied piper boy y
una iguana and a snake in a sack
descansa, descansa, descansé (en la playa)
sin pensar en la nada y nadie
Until alguien estaba a mi lado,
una sorpresa de Barra, de Canada y
de una manera Chicago —
Poesía, poetry on the beach.
Found my favorite spot in Sayulita,
Perfect piña colada, sharing pineapple
Estaba sola en Sayulita,
ahora solo estoy contigo.
— Teresa Puente
When Teresa Puente wrote these words five years ago today, it was "the first time in years" that she had written poetry. The occasion of the poem was the meeting of a stranger on the beach in Sayulita, Mexico earlier that day. She and the stranger would have a wedding on writers' walk a year and a half later.
Teresa is a Professor of Journalism at Columbia College in Chicago and writes about Hispanic issues at Chicanisima. She also encourages Latina women to write and publish their own stories in Latina Voices.