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Roots

From the Lady Liberty to El Capitolio

Comes the Pichardo and the Salas that lie above me.

Where the dirt isn’t always brown to where the streets aren’t always bound.

When a good time is always easily found with a bottle of *** and a good dominoes round. I am from the land of the gossipers where talking is everyones favorite past time that the last thing you can be is a mime.

 

I am from jumping rope and playing cards, to watching tv and driving cars.

Where no matter rain or shine no one is ever left behind.

To where 90 miles away is not as far, but for others its more then three days.

 

From shopping and movies to parties and buoys.

Bipolar weather and fresh trees to hot days and cold waves.

Where the feeling of sand in your toes is the best to where the football games always have a bet. Where hanging with your friends is the best reward because no matter what you can never be bored.

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giovanna-gonzalez
Cuban
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May 22, 2010
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