Esmeralda   Salvador, the afternoon sunlight is folding around us,   The dishes are done,   The buildings here, tall as our mountains   Slice through the windows and cut off the sun.   On such days I find I am longing for puerto rico   Though I never would return 'til you are free   But when I hear the aguinaldo my heart's a little lighter   And we dance together aurea and me   In my life I've been unlucky with two husbands   Gumersindo liked his rum and women friends   Then that hypocrite who beat you and preached about repentance   Has gone, and so another sunday ends   And tomorrow is another hard working monday   I'm still hoping for the raise they promised me   There's a job as operator   I would not have to wait for   If I could speak the language easily   But I tell aurea:   The barrio's boundaries are our own little nation   Sometimes I hear you run upstairs   And I view my light with resignation   Keep your Bible near you   Time is an ocean of endless tears.      Mmm. . .