I Am From...

I am from a wonderful God who makes me awe every single breath… every single day…

I am from old prayers and songs that my parents and my granny know pretty well.

I am from mornings with Colombian music sounding loud from my dad’ stereo.

I am from my lovely mother with a cup of hot chocolate and her soft voice answering the phone.

I am from my sister Juli with her tourist walk and her lovely pictures.

I am from my brother Juanito and his just-like-me face and his <hello> smile in the mornings.

I am from Barbas, and his hazel/ gray, little eyes.

I am from a no matter what we’ll be together…

I am from what the distance could not set  away.

I am from a family that is not normal. It is just a family.

I am from a bunch of loved relatives living in the coast… I am from suero and patacones for breakfast.

I am from a lovely wrinkled lady, called Martina… who sings a song about an apple and a woman called Santana...

I am from a couple of blond cousins and several not blond others… that are like siblings for me…

I am from an optical, with a lovely view of the Boyacense mountains and the furniture.

I am from long afternoons with pretty good friends fixing glasses and doing whatever… I am from trying to sing as Diego Verdaguer and Amanda Miguel.

I’m from a friend who sings like and angel… and others who have a band… of … they know what of…

I am from an old church that now is kind of new. first in the town, a survivor,  a fighter.  A refuge…  

I am from sitting in front of the church on Saturday night in the middle of the ninth st. to chat, to play, to remember, to stay…

I am from all my friends of the school since I was in kinder… until high school…

I am from hot land and cold land, where the green looks in different shades, but keeps being green.

I am from several schools where life goes smoothly and happy…

I am from a cold, E shaped building… And my crazy funny, smart and missed University mates… and many  nights learning, eating, dancing, playing,  laughing...

I am from a dirty land, made up by a friend in facebook.

I am from trying to keep in touch after  growing up and getting jobs.

I am form a new family gathered by some puppies  in a white house, up in the hill, with mama Elizabeth.

I am from many teachers… crazy, singers, poets, demanding, wise, brave and friendly.

I am from a red and yellow flag, and an old loved anthem sounding in my hearth since I was 6.

I am from a kitchen smelling to seasonings and many pets I was not supposed to have, but I did.

I am from holidays with fireworks and wine, buñuelos and natilla, pictures, walks at night, and sidewalks that could tell all my life if they could speak.

I am from a blue bike my dad gave me in my birthday.

I am from a helicopter and a sandwich I had to pay… but never replace…

I am from a Saturday morning in the back yard, in  3 little improvised pools.

I am from an old room, up stairs, filled with antique and old fashioned stuff and memories.

I am from many friends; old or new, but friends.

I am from a place that smells to guava and milk, to coffee and love, to vacations, to happiness, to heat, to home…