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My hometown poem
San Jose de Gracia Jalisco. My hometown poem My hometown Is special like the stars It smells like wet dirt The dirt is soft and red like the roses My hometown Is hot like the beach and Every morning we wake up with the rooster singing Charros (cowboys) are everywhere The fresh smells of homemade tortillas My hometown Is full of agave landscapes Mariachis are on every street Folkloric dance Huge Haciendas My hometown Has beautiful church and It’s named after Jesus father Big parties in honor of Jesus father My hometown Tequila everywhere The smell of fresh tacos Horses on the streets Beautiful and beloved Mexico
My Song Memory
I feel like when we are far away from our country we missed every part of it and we look for every small detail to remain us of where we come from. One day we were on our way to the theater and this song came up on the radio. I immediately had déjà vu. I used to listen to my uncles singing and dancing this song on the parties when they were really drunk. It’s been so long since I hear this song. I look at my mother and she was frozen, apparently, she had déjà vu too. Her oldest brother had just passed out and this song reminded us of those late night parties where all my uncles will get drunk sing and dance this song. It’s a song that says the beauty of where we come from. My mom turn lauded the music and start singing the song as tears fall from her eyes. Those tears were tears of happiness remembering those beautiful moments. Now every time we are sad or we just want to remember our beautiful Mexico my mom puts this song really loud and we all sing tog...