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Cuando era un chiquillo, qué alegría
Jugando a la guerra, noche y día
Saltando una verja, verte a ti y así
En tus ojos, algo nuevo descubrir
Las rosas decían que eras mía
Y un gato me hacía compañía
Desde que me dejaste, yo no sé por qué
La ventana es más grande sin tu amor
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Tonight, I’m filled with nostalgia; I’m living a memory. My dad stops by the side of the road off the Puerto Rican beach near a vendor selling food. They sell chicken roasted on the spit right on the beach. Furthermore, they reconfigured their old modified van to grind long stalks of sugar cane into a nectar called guarapo. I fill my mouth with chunks of chicken, washed down with that strangely sweet drink. The aroma of that simple food and the unmistakable smell of the sea capture that moment better than a photograph.
The soft sounds of the palm trees rustling in the wind and waves crashing into the sandy shore perk my ears. The bright light of the tropical sun bleaches nearly everything in sight; that same sun reflects off the sand and shimmering water. As that wind blows, it tickles the skin, though the warmth of the sun feels like a caring embrace. I can barely believe that was decades ago.