camino a la escuela

Posted by mokita on July 5, 2009, 2:28 am
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walking in "la mananita" in my way to school in early spring, explosion of wild of flowers growing "en el monte" heavy smell of ocean and making plans in my head for after school swimming and exploring the jungle collecting colorful bugs and orchids. My mom was my anchor my grandma my refuge and mi pueblo my universe, running on the street with no shoes in the rain jumping from paddle to paddle. At night a concert zillion frogs singing in Harmony like a great orchestra telling story's of impossible love and tragic endings always deferent never the same, just like the pelicans who came every winter tier and hungry from the north. Everything was beutiful and pure. The parrots eating on the "higueras" and talking to each other like people im a public market. Nothing was mising,nothing to wish for, it was perfect just like my mom and "el mar" always there for me. Cada noche antes de dormir derramo una lagrima deseando que un dia pueda vivir aunque sea un minuto de esos dias.

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