I left home last night
And got home this morning.
Te digo que llegué a casa por fin.
Back home it was raining in the chilly black air;
Here at home it’s humid with an endless blue ceiling.
Tal vez la humedad me hace bien después de ese invierno de castigo.
The manner of speaking is musical;
It’s got a lilt you’d have to know to listen for.
Es que noo-mbre, pucha vos, ya llegastes, gracias a Dios.
The lilt that is the song stuck in my head when I’m home;
I can’t stop myself from parroting.
Hasta mis amigos mexicanos me dicen que hablo igual a ustedes.
It’s like split custody, and you love them both;
They just take care of you different.
Dos países, dos padres, que me cuidan bien.
I love this ❤
Beautifully expressed! God bless your time in your humid home, filling your heart with His eternal, universal love.