Color Poem

Color Poem

Marlboro Blue- Benjamin Moore HC-153

Roger Guizado

The spring sky over Miami

The coldish blue raindrops falling down

The blue makes me feel that am free

The icy cubes are being formed in the freezer

The small blue blossoms were beginning to grow

Blue as the icebergs of Alaska

The blue makes me feel that am free

Is like being in the top of the Mountain and see the airspace

It is like having the whole sky in your hands

Is like having freedom in your hands

The Marlboro Blue makes people feel happy

And be full of joy

The blue makes me feel that am free

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Where I Am From

Where I Am From

I am from rifles, from Daisy and Gamo.

I am from the quite neighborhood

(Friendly and comftorble),

It smells like beautiful roses.

I am from the Daisies, Orchids, Guayacan trees, the beans, avocado, like if they were mine.

I am from thanksgiving and brownish eyes from Melissa and Roger Guizado.

I am from owning dogs and shotguns.

From Santa and the Tooth Fairy.

I am from Jesus and the Resurrection.

I am from Panama and with roots as far away from Ireland and Spain, Turkey and rice with beans.

 From the caring and very well know physician, my grandpa, who diagnose the first case of Aids in Panama, and my great great grandpa who signed the act of independence of Panama from Colombia.

I am from a mixture of Spanish, Italian, Irish and Swedish ancestry, who participated in the initial stage of the Panama Government.     

   




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The Watson Go To Birminghanm

The Watson go to Birmingham

          I discovered that Byron’s hair was bizarre, because of the new hair style that Byron had. I started to interrogate Byron. Byron and I had a dissension because Byron thinks the new style looks cool but I thinks he looks like a clown. Byron had been told to go to his room and wait until his father gets there. The time elapsed very slowly. 

          When Byron’s got to the house and looked at Byron. His dad grabbed him and took him to the bathroom upstairs. We knew that dad’s punishment was imminent. When his father finished, I stared at Byron he was completely bald. After that calamitous day Dad and I had a discussion and we called grandma.      

The Tree Tek

The Tree Tek

                The cold winter breeze that came by went just right beside me. As I was climbing up in the blue 4x4 truck I saw strangers, all around me. I started to wonder in my head what it would be to hang on to the longest canopy in Panama. Yes, right now I am going up to the mountains to step in the canopy.

          As we were going up I could see the green mountains but second by second we were getting higher and higher. The truck suddenly stops and all of the people that were around me step down the truck. My cousin, my uncle, and my sister were right beside me but I knew this wasn’t trouble. The trouble began a few steps forward.

“Roger” Johnny screamed.

“What?” I said.

“Roger are you scared of hanging yourself for the first time to the canopy?” he said.

“No Johnny I am not scared” I said.

I could see the first platform the taxis guys said “Forward you guys keep on going”. First were the taxis then us. I hang myself in the line then put my right hand on the back of me holding on the line. One of the taxis pushes me forward. There was I hanging myself and looking everywhere the trees, the river, and the sky.

I arrive to the second platform, I grabbed myself jump off the line and then jump again and the guy push me aging forward. As I went on to the other platforms I finally arrived to the last one. I jumped hard enough and there they were my dad, my mom, my grandma, my aunt, and my grandpa taking pictures of me. I thought to myself “this canopy is so cool.” I want go again I told my dad.

My dad said “Next year.”