It would be impossible for me forget you, carrying you in my heart.

My blood washing and caressing you at all times.

The memories of you live in the living room and the whole house of my

mind.

Ah…the night I was born…in the middle of the humid countryside.

The firewood crackling under the grill…boiling water.

Part of my childhood running barefoot without a shirt, on the dirt of

my small magical rural town, diving into the river nearby at the age of

four.

The sweet watermelons I stole…the guabas I pulled from trees.

The flooded streets of Guadalajara and me running against the rain in

my face. The swallows coming and going in my street.

The Teotihuacán pyramids I visited. I stood at the top of the Sun one.

I was impressed by the Monte Albán view. I wandered the Sierra Madre

Oriental…discerning the sea miles away…magical.

I enjoyed street food and I ate delicious meals at many small towns.

I saw myself in company of kind and generous people.

I heard the most beautiful Mexican music ever, written by Giants.

I have present your eternal rainbow between the Pacific and Atlantic.

I still taste the aroma of your rich canela. Exquisite. As the brown skin

of that beautiful woman.

Oh, your endless beach lines warm as maternal arms.

Your lakes, mountains and volcanoes I saw and enjoyed.

México of my heart. Thank you.

May Eternity bless you.

I kiss you.

EO