To Abuelo

Emotions born deep inside my soul, words born in this heart of mine that carries the heat from the sun that burn my skin when I was just a kid

Growing up among the smell of salt and palms and exotics fruits, memories engrave deep inside
my mind like the words on the stone

Learning to love the written word from my abuelo, and loving the spoken word as well, I learn to speak in the language of Luis llorens Torres

I learn love and sorrow from The tormented souls of poets like Buesa, and I grew strong and laud and my words were heard all around

And with time I wanted to create my own magic and write down the words stirring up inside my soul and speak of love beauty and pain like those who set the path before me

And I carry on the torch pass to me by the same man my spoken words are dedicate to, the only man I hope to make proud and wish was here to see me now

So I open my mouth and let my
Words be free and run wild so that in time they would reach his ears in heaven so he can know that I haven't forgotten him

That his daughter and wife have been there with me, guiding me so I stay in the straight arrow I had my ups and down but I always stand up to make you proud

I love music and I love to love even when it hurts but never giving up for I know that's what you would want me do if you was around

Even now that time has pass and I don't longer smell the fruits or the sea, or hear the coqui I haven't forgotten who I am or where I come from

Even now when the sun no longer bites with the same intensity and passion and your face it's but a dear and treasure memory I still love Borinken with the same intensity and passion as the sun