So we have arrivedA estas alturasAnd have come of ageA estas alturasAt this place and timeA estas alturasTo this single spaceWas it by His hand?¿Divina providencia?Or perhaps fate?No. Divina providencia.That guided us to this land;God’s country.Divina providencia. How was I to know?Un inocenteShe shouldn’t have been thereUn inocenteIt’s not my fault I swearUn inocenteShe’ll getContinue reading “The Place We Have Come To”