2023/Dreik -21313

I am from The Gateway to South America,

I am from the tropical world and Latin music.

I am from the green and tall mountains under the clear skies.

Obleas, Bandeja Paisa, it tasted like food from the gods.)

I am from the waka waka eh eh

The samina mina sankarewa anawa ah ah

Whose white and gray birds I remember

As if they were my own.

I am from my Dada and my Mama,

From Grandma and Grandpa.

I am from the south and the west,

From “I love you” and “Did you wash the dishes?”

I am from the emerald leaves in the bushes

With a ton of caterpillars in the top of branches

And ten soccer victories I can win myself.

I am from the big transparent rivers and the shiny sun that is always bright,

Bright colors that i always see,

From the funny, and helpful friends that I lost

To the PCS,

They used to keep me entertained.

Under my bed there was a purple mirror

Spilling words saying you are beautiful! Holding,

A dandelion of memories

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments-

Lost before I was found -

I am a butterfly attached to the family tree