Paraiso Perdido

Esta noche en mi ribera,
Luna, tu me has derramao
Como un guiso sancochao,
En mi dita de jiguera…
Luna, estoy que te comiera…
Y a pesal que to’los diaj
Como platano y yutias
Y otras viandas de alimento,
!siempre me paso jamriento
De alturas y lejanias!

3 Responses

    1. That’s great! It’s a poem that my Great Grandfather wrote. It’s about Utuado PR. He moved to New York, but always missed the culture and food of his home land.

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