Mexico
By Cinderella
When you can breath the culture, when you can read the spanish in their eyes, You've been to Mexico. When you've partied till 4, walked down a star lit street, and shared a peace with a moonlit sky, and a laugh with natives. Feeling the soft foreign breeze, and knowing that you are under a different moon. Here you feel no rush, no sorrow. Peace and quiet. You can share a smile with yourself, without an inquisitive look. When the culture is flowing through your blood. When the dust fills your essence. Lying wrapped up in the night, staring out at the Spanish sky.Not done yet Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 04:45 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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