top of page
Search
  • Palabras Con Alas
    • Jun 17, 2020
    • 1 min read

Cuando era joven ~by José Cruz

Updated: Oct 19, 2020

Cuando era joven,

My mother would give me besitos,

Tuck me into bed,

Give me my merienda,

Leche y pan dulce.

My father would tell me stories,

About his home town,

And his brothers and sisters,

Running around en el campo,

Jugando en el sol hasta la noche.

They would tell me to enjoy my childhood,

Play and run and have fun

And en la noche, they would tell me stories

And they all started the same way…


Copyright 2017. José Cruz. All rights reserved.

29 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Every word tells a story A story that lives within me. Every sound carries a breath The breaths of those who came before me. So many hopes, so many dreams Float through my consciousness’ streams As I

Mira ella mi Tinder date, the relationship I threw away she was one with the clouds but then I came around she became down to earth and that was my favorite part. She the type, to do what I do she did

You are, the dawn of light the first thing on my mind a Oaxacan queen, forever in my dreams that's why I take these pills so I can go right to sleep Eres, mi luz de amanecer te admiro viendo las estre

bottom of page