I am from the beautiful land of the Aztecas, Mayas
Totonacas, Incas and Chichimecas,
from those great tribes where culture
means more than you can imagine,
From the land of Mariachis, Charros and Tequila.
I am from the good smells of my grandma's kitchen.
From the sharp sound of my grandpa's ax
cutting the old wood, trying to make a fire
to cook the food, and to warm us.
I am from my always busy mother
cleaning our house all the time;
from my strong father working hard
earning money to provide our necessities.
I am from the many noises
of children eating, playing, crying,
from brothers and sisters fighting
for the same toy or for our mother's attention
I am from the country with a lot beauty
nice and magical places to enjoy,
from the country where everything
can be possible or impossible
everything depends on you.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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