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Two weeks ago I ran into a Spanish girl on the beach. She’s a native of Guantánamo, Cuba. The problem is that she speaks a foreign language. How do I say “you’re beautiful" in Spanish?
The music's a Muse it conjures contemplation it's bittersweet as a grapefruit, with a tinge of sugarcane. The percussions back rhythms are made for dancing lulling all to their
I am from hair bands, From hairspray and bobby pinned strands. I am from lights hanging above the stage. (Bright, blinding,
The Sun rises and birds start to sing, as I look out my window, little innocent me. But little did I know, that my morning routine was about to be stopped. It was time for me to leave,
I am from croquettas de jamon, From guava and cheese. I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun (Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
Mi Cuba An island paradise Crystal clear waters Bright beaches Swinging palm trees Nature from all over Mi Cuba A communistic island Equality for everyone
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
No one told me about the Importance of taking advantage of my education While it was still free. Instead they just continued to talk through me Past me,
I don’t want to know how to win, I only want to know how to grow. We swear that the tumor only grows on the Devil, but it grows on our Land. Her soul was ripped of it’s property and we are ripped of our choice.
We do struggle like the rest, Trying to make the best. Living life day to day, Searching for the right words to say. Though we do smile, Remember there are things under tile.