My Mongolia,native land of Genghis Khan

M y home sickness is killing me, it

O nly can be cured under a

N ice blue sky over a

G reen vast field of somewhere,the doctor said. ( I

couldn't find the place)

O ther way to cure my illness is to

L ink a few letters of

I ncredible one place in the world,another doctor said.

A ll, please help me to be healthy!!!

San Luis Potosi

San Luis potosi cradle of poets where Francisco bocanegra inspire to wrote the Mexican hymn. San Luis Potosi as a neighbor of 10 states in the center of the Mexican Republic is recognized by its beauty and wonderful construction. City of gardens Sorrounded of flowers, great monuments with its histories, and beautiful ways where people walk with happinnes. The Huasteca potosina that expresses joy by its green greatness of an endless ones.

San Luis Potosi

State of four regions
With beautiful landscapes
Old and colonial architecture

State with history
Where Francisco y Madero
Gave the authorization to start
The Mexican Revolution


Modern state where it offers
The maximum entertainment
For old and young people

With great opportunities
With great advantages
For the future of its people
For the people will be the future of
San Luis Potosi

My most trusted Oasis

This my Ciudad Juarez. I can still hear the busy streets in the morning rush.

I am still able to remember the smells that the restaurants near by produce.

I still can't believe I am no longer there, sometimes I wake up and I feel like the morning desert breeze that exist in Juarez.

Its hard for me to forget my Juarez. I can still hear the church bells on Sundays just as if it was yesterday I herd them.

I will never forget it, even the Americanized part of it, I will never forget my little oasis in the desert.

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SAO PAULO

Some many things to say...

Recall times I have been fulfilled with your magnitude.

Blame the emptiness on your concrete jungle.

Regret and bless your chaotic essence.

Love the dimension of your cultural diversity.

The nest of so many worlds,

predictably colliding,

somehow harmonizing.

Sacred antithesis which keeps you alive.

Always awake. Incessantly lightened.

Irrefutably global.

Endlessly mine

“SAMPA”.

The Black Stars

People say living is way harder than dying

But for us giving up is way harder than trying

As the rain drops washes away our crying

Our pain's gone giving way to smiling

And even when we down, walking

Our flags stay up in the skies Flying

People killing People dying

Leaving the sick in the bed alone

But We filling wombs with embryos,

giving others the chance to get along

The most we got of the pretty babies,

The few we know of the street ladies

As the red, the gold and th green colours brighten up our days

Our black stars shines across the globe.

My native Frankivsk

My native Frankivsk,

That emazes with its beauty

And never leave a visitor moody,

Your admiring steets

Are always nice and clean,

Your beautiful houses are colorful

That keep the inhabitants joyful,

Your magnificent fountain

Is like a big honourable mountain,

Your parks are vast and green

And nobody ia ever meen.

The most important from all things-

I love you,my native Frankivsk.