I am from salsa music and merengue.
Everything from bachata to cumbia.
I am from rice and beans every day,
From the typical pernil and pollo al carbon.
From the big pots of sancocho and endless platanos too.
I am from the loud shouting and tenderness of my family.
From the phrases that only we understand.
From all the maldiciones you could think of.
From the palm trees towering high above the beach.
From the coconuts and mangos falling to the street.
From the Cafe Bustelo at 8 in the morning.
From the rooster waking me at dawn.
From the torrential downpours and deadly hurricanes.
From the bright blue skies and horribly sunny days.
White sand beaches and clear blue seas,
And the cuchifrito man and his treats.
