Hogar

They say home is where the heart is,

And if thatʼs true then Iʼm divided.

Iʼm not from here but Iʼm not from there.

Iʼm from nowhere…

Or everywhere?

What is home anyway?

Is it the building?

Is it a roof and a bed?

Or is it the place where we can loosen ourselves?

A local misfit in my hometown,

But a sense of belonging as an outsider.

They say home is where the heart is…

Perhaps I'm homeless.