Entre de Los Dos

En la valle mis pulmones son llenos con polvo,

En la montañas respiro aire fresco.

En la valle los autos me dominan,

En las montañas camino sin temor.

En la valle aprendo como aspirante,

En las montañas trabajo como voluntario.

Uno es mejor que otro,

Pero en los dos lugares lindos,

Vivo agradaciemente.

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Illinois Mountains

The flatland has mountains too.

You just can’t see them,

you can only feel them.


The mountains, they come in waves.

Sometimes nonstop,

other times not so much.


Very rarely are they quiet, the mountains.

Sometimes a low drone,

other times a screaming whine.


They, the mountains, are always cold and rarely warm.

Sometimes chilling to the bone,

other times cooling sweat.


The flatland has mountains too, I say.

You just can’t look upon them,

you can only be within them.