hecho de menos
ese niño soy yo
el que grita por tu atención
me descuidas tanto que resulto invicible
al fin me dejas con soledad
no puedo sentir...no puedo olvidar
dejame gritar
me acuerdo... de tus brazos
como borraban el dolor
parar las lagrimas
limpiedas por tu mantilla
no quiero recordar...no lo quiero revivir
anhelo ese tiempo
Ok...I really do not know where that came from. There are thoughts and emotions coming at me from all directions. Some come from friends and conversations. Others come from reading material.
Maybe this is the inner me. I really do not recall having a bad childhood. I actually remember a lot of good times. I remember going to the The Settlement House for a lot of programs. I went to a marrionette play with them. I went bobbing for apples at a Halloween Party with them. I even remember making a ton of woodshop projects. I was able to operate a table saw and other heavy machinery. It was quite cool.
I remember my parent taking us to the various parks downtown. They took pictures of us along the rose gardens and the many flower gardens by the lake. I remember the pictures of me and my twin brother. Ok...fooled ya. I do not have a twin brother. Although by all the pictures you would think that we were. My parents thought it was cool to dress us alike. Maybe it was cheaper to buy 2 of the same outfit. Bueno, quien sabe. I wish I knew where all those pictures are currently stored. I would love to scan them and have them up on some website like Cindylu's Loteria Chicana. Al fin los recuerdos son los que nos hace sentir que somos vivos.
el que grita por tu atención
me descuidas tanto que resulto invicible
al fin me dejas con soledad
no puedo sentir...no puedo olvidar
dejame gritar
me acuerdo... de tus brazos
como borraban el dolor
parar las lagrimas
limpiedas por tu mantilla
no quiero recordar...no lo quiero revivir
anhelo ese tiempo
Ok...I really do not know where that came from. There are thoughts and emotions coming at me from all directions. Some come from friends and conversations. Others come from reading material.
Maybe this is the inner me. I really do not recall having a bad childhood. I actually remember a lot of good times. I remember going to the The Settlement House for a lot of programs. I went to a marrionette play with them. I went bobbing for apples at a Halloween Party with them. I even remember making a ton of woodshop projects. I was able to operate a table saw and other heavy machinery. It was quite cool.
I remember my parent taking us to the various parks downtown. They took pictures of us along the rose gardens and the many flower gardens by the lake. I remember the pictures of me and my twin brother. Ok...fooled ya. I do not have a twin brother. Although by all the pictures you would think that we were. My parents thought it was cool to dress us alike. Maybe it was cheaper to buy 2 of the same outfit. Bueno, quien sabe. I wish I knew where all those pictures are currently stored. I would love to scan them and have them up on some website like Cindylu's Loteria Chicana. Al fin los recuerdos son los que nos hace sentir que somos vivos.
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posted by Santiago at 11:55 AM
3 Comments:
I just started to scan some old pictures to put on my blog, much like cindylu, and it's not nearly as complicated as I thought it would be, you should look into it. It would be worth it in the end.
i need to buy a scanner. i used to be able to scan them before at my old job. i dont think this place has that sort of technology.
Santiago first chance you get get a scanner and post up some pix! I wish I could have taken a pic of you and sonrisa morena running down the street looking in desperation for a wine opener. Folks after my own damn heart! Con razon me caieron bien;)
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