Entre El Mundo Y Yo Libro May 2026

He wrote about his cousin, Luis, who was stopped for a broken taillight and ended up with a felony because he ran. “He ran because his body remembered what his mind forgot: that a Black man in a white world is always already accused.”

He wrote about the day Manny was born. The fear that bloomed in Javier’s chest was not joy, but dread. “I held you and thought, ‘I have just handed the world a new target.’ And then I thought, ‘But I will teach you to be faster than the bullet. Not with your feet—with your soul.’” entre el mundo y yo libro

“One day, you will walk out that door, and the world will try to tell you that you are less than. It will try to shrink you, to turn you into a statistic or a suspicion. Do not believe it. Between the world and you, there is me. There is your mother. There is every ancestor who survived the crossing, the cotton field, the street. They are the true space between you and the abyss. He wrote about his cousin, Luis, who was

“Mijo,” he wrote, then deleted it. Too soft. Too much of the old country’s lullaby. He started again. “I held you and thought, ‘I have just

So he wrote.

He remembered the first time he saw the crack in the world. He was ten, walking home from the corner store with a loaf of bread. A police cruiser slowed beside him. The officer didn’t say a word for a full block. Just rolled the window down and stared. Javier felt his skin turn into a question mark. He ran. Not because he had done anything, but because his legs knew something his mind didn’t yet understand: that in America, his body was a target, not a temple.

Walk tall, mijo. But walk with your eyes open. The world is not your home. But you can build a home inside yourself. And that home—nobody can take that from you.”