de visita

I’m attracted to travelers before learning they’ll soon fly away
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nostalgia

Here…wishing I was there…listening to music que hipnotiza mi ser…uncontrollable nostalgia for a place I’ve never been…voices singing deep into my heart…the jarana leads me to a land afar…where the requinto draws notes into shapes of  clouds…lakes…and mountains…trees with falling flowers every time the beat drops. Continue reading