"La isla de nena. Ahora sé a dónde pertenezco."
Like the curls on my head,
Grows the jungle weave mop.
The stumps round and short,
Much like the women.
Abundant passion, vibrant waves,
Mi gente en un paradise palace. Is this real?
The sand makes me remember,
Listen the teachings are everywhere.
My lips sting with sea salt.
Keep the picante coming.
Impossible to escape el sol.
Earth elements heal my soul.
Even in silence there is sorts of noise,
Island wind, distant rhythm, coquis hustling.
That pulse lives in all natives.
A vibration that cannot be seen but felt.
Loca lover, they all fall in love.
With things that are real, raw and true.
Wait I don’t speak spanish.
Tal vez un poquito
Mi isla de encanta.
Soy nieta de la isla.
La isla de nena.
Ahora sé a dónde pertenezco.
Peace & Love,
Nik
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