The Land of Aromas, Colors and Flavors

I am from shattered-faded watercolors

From picturesque scenery and Jacaranda Trees.

I am from a place that absorbs the mellow of sadness and replaces it with delight

And fills your face with smiles for its warm sun with a Mariachi playing to the sound of the sunset.

I am from the land of cactus and sea mystery

Whose surface hides the largest and richest temples and cities of legends of Gods and Heroes.

I am from gastronomic spicy and fine-silver Tequila,

From Patino and Valdivia.

I am from people who never give up and would always die for the ones they loved the most

And from anger and anxiety that escape from time to time,

from small and weak people but stronger than what they appear.

I am from parables and psalms.

I am from great warriors and war survivors,

from pears that talk and pumpkins that feel,

From great engineers who started from the bottom and built their way to success

And from tears and drops of blood spilled to love and lose.

From unforgettable little hands making cookie dough to bigger hands flipping through pages of study books.

I am from those moments where you have drunk so much of that platinum liquid that you don’t even remember what happened the night before, but at the same time they are memories that remain forever in your memory.

I am from shattered-faded watercolors . . .

“Mexico, the land of aromas, colors and flavors.”