Island of Song and Stone

I. Beginnings on Blue Nieve
Upon the waves of ancient seas, where Taino voices once rose and fell,
The island breathed in emerald green—its first heart, before the swell.
Then Spain arrived with cross and sword, its shadows graven on the land,
Canoe to hacienda turned, as seasons slipped through shifting sand.
Yet beneath the weight of new designs, the Taino…



