Where I'm From...
Im from the country at the tip of the triangle, with endless mountain rages that sink into the ocean.
I am from the tall, ragged, rocky edges that are filled with pine trees, that at the top are covered with snow
I am from the view of a huge window, of a group of hills that are sprinkled with houses with tiny steel roofs.
I am from big dinners, from a small social circle, from parents that have hundreds of friends, from bottles of fine wine.
I am from the paintings, from sleeping, alone, from nightmares and pleasant dreams.
I am from a glass, clear and scratchless, until a falling car took a shard out of it
away
I am from church, from big tv's, from old books and scattered papers.
I am from the sweet smell of cinnamon, from strong mint tea, from a big cloud of stress.
I am from black coffe, from yelling in the morning, from fried eggs and fresh cheese
I am from milk, from a big family, that eats tons of cake and drinks lots of water.
I am from forced pictures, from loudness at night, from preoccupation and concern.
I am from grape-scented detergent, from dog hair-filled couches.
I am from begging, from screaming and crying, from an occasional bark.
I am from goodbyes, from white walls, from big lamps and heavy rain.
I am from hiking, from fresh bamboo and uncooked rice.
I am from big leaves, from traveling far, from first times and first fails.
I am from long showers, from loud alarms, from ash rain and a pounding sun.
I am from hopes, from being lost, from long walks and heavy thirst.
I am from searches, in middle of the night, from flashlights and burned out candles.
I am from grey cars, from deep analyzing, from being an introvert.
I am from the smoke of a fresh barbecues, from pig meat and small arepas.
I am from chili, from ground meat, from boneless fish and hot chocolate.
I am from a family that travels but knows no languages.
I am from television series, from sleepless night, from long movies and quick naps.
I am from perfection, from a missing dad, from a filled funeral in the rain, that had a perfect ending rainbow and a long eaucarist.
I am from traditions, from haunted houses, from lights and stories.
I am from school, from a flowered smell bathroom, from a taste in music that no one understands.
I am from gaming, from pressing buttons, from many lives and powerful gods.
I am from good and bad teachers, from holding hands and walking barefoot.
Most Importantly, I am from a loving family that is split between heaven and life, that will always support me, because hard moments create love, a truth that is hard to accept.
I am from the tall, ragged, rocky edges that are filled with pine trees, that at the top are covered with snow
I am from the view of a huge window, of a group of hills that are sprinkled with houses with tiny steel roofs.
I am from big dinners, from a small social circle, from parents that have hundreds of friends, from bottles of fine wine.
I am from the paintings, from sleeping, alone, from nightmares and pleasant dreams.
I am from a glass, clear and scratchless, until a falling car took a shard out of it
away
I am from church, from big tv's, from old books and scattered papers.
I am from the sweet smell of cinnamon, from strong mint tea, from a big cloud of stress.
I am from black coffe, from yelling in the morning, from fried eggs and fresh cheese
I am from milk, from a big family, that eats tons of cake and drinks lots of water.
I am from forced pictures, from loudness at night, from preoccupation and concern.
I am from grape-scented detergent, from dog hair-filled couches.
I am from begging, from screaming and crying, from an occasional bark.
I am from goodbyes, from white walls, from big lamps and heavy rain.
I am from hiking, from fresh bamboo and uncooked rice.
I am from big leaves, from traveling far, from first times and first fails.
I am from long showers, from loud alarms, from ash rain and a pounding sun.
I am from hopes, from being lost, from long walks and heavy thirst.
I am from searches, in middle of the night, from flashlights and burned out candles.
I am from grey cars, from deep analyzing, from being an introvert.
I am from the smoke of a fresh barbecues, from pig meat and small arepas.
I am from chili, from ground meat, from boneless fish and hot chocolate.
I am from a family that travels but knows no languages.
I am from television series, from sleepless night, from long movies and quick naps.
I am from perfection, from a missing dad, from a filled funeral in the rain, that had a perfect ending rainbow and a long eaucarist.
I am from traditions, from haunted houses, from lights and stories.
I am from school, from a flowered smell bathroom, from a taste in music that no one understands.
I am from gaming, from pressing buttons, from many lives and powerful gods.
I am from good and bad teachers, from holding hands and walking barefoot.
Most Importantly, I am from a loving family that is split between heaven and life, that will always support me, because hard moments create love, a truth that is hard to accept.