Walking down the street with a lot on my mind, the sound of soft Mexican music fills the air. I let the music cloud my mind, take my thoughts away. The night air is not to hot it's just right, the breeze feels good on my skin. This is where I was born and this is who I am. I look around and I see children, and older people dancing around to the beautiful sound of the music. As I continued down the street I saw a older lady having a hard time playing her Spanish guitar. So I walked up to her and helded my hand out to her. Excuse me señorita can I help you with that. She just smiled at me and she gave me her guitar. I sat down and started to play, she closed her eyes and she just listened. I got lost in the music. As I glided my fingers up and down the neck of my guitar. This is where I am and this is who I am. The hermoso nights in México. Errada usted
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The Mexicano Cielo
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