As I roam around the streets of San Miguel, I bounce around with my bola in hand. Bola adorned as an ice cream parlor umbrella. I couldn’t resist the buoyancy. As I bounce about, I peer into my left and see a ghostly tree littered with black and gold streamers all over the branches. A few steps into the courtyard I peer into mi derecha and sneak a glance into the tackiest boot shop. Yet, behind the counter, I discover a familiar and gorgeous grounded gourmet caliente chocolat figure. Decorated with a set of radiating amber eyes, right behind her pure white notebook. Munching on an almond and chia porridge, browsing her time away, I couldn’t help but be renounced by her holiness.
She spoke with a soft spoken gasp, the allowed me to be entranced, and as she fluttered around the tienda, I couldn’t help but be amazed at this hidden wonder.
It became such a doozy, as I was evilly enticed to capture her soul with my Minolta, but something told me that this was too good to share. As I stare into her soul, she asked if I was serio, and undoubtedly I exclaimed “¡yes!”
She took my heart into the street and pointed towards the directions she discussed earlier to where I should check out. To mi izquierda mama mía and to mi derecha the jardín.
We returned to the tienda and where she returned to entrapping me with her magical tones. Mentioning that she will be off around 3 and that I should make my return back so she could show me de whey.
Little did she know, I have no sense of direction. I guess you could say I’m just another bastard of a dog, lost, wandering the streets trusting only my intuition, searching for salvation wherever it may he. “Méjico” I repeated antes y después de la hora. “Perro” echoed into the room repeatedly. I couldn’t let the day end because all I wanted to do is waste my day with her Méjicoy momento.
Quédate! As I constantly bagged her. I was sitting behind the desk outlining her soul. If I couldn’t capture her pixels, I was left to crudely draw her face, so that I may never forget. She wanted to mov by I kept shouting in her direction. Heavy breaths exhaled out her adorable lips. I signed my name with hope to make my way back. I couldn’t promise her I’d be back later that day because someone like myself knew I could not keep that promise with assurance. She offered her snack and water before I left, as I sat there absorbing her benevolent brows, munching away by her grace.
I loved the way she pronounced my Kamil,
I loved the way she scolded me of my intentional stubborn way,
I loved the way she complimented my person.
I only wished she and I could have met again that day, but my idiotic ass could not find my way back because I was
Buscando y Caminando en la Calle.
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