Who I am from
I am from...
I am from the old rocking chair in my living room
From the vast porcelain vases and the beautiful drapes of curtain
Hanging from the ceiling
I am from the small but large at heart apartment
Known for its simple beauty and elegance
I am from the orchids that my mother grows
The cherry orchard
Whose long limbs I remember
As if they were my own
I'm from the hard working and the ones who fight for justice
From my father and mother
I am from the high mountain lands and rich soil
And from the urban city
I am from the honest and respectful
And the ones who share
I am from the patience, that all good things come to those who wait
I am from Costa Rica with el flan and arroz con leche
From the people who come to work hard and want a better life
I am from all those who inspire
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