Recently we wrote our own version of "Where I'm From" written by George Ella Lyon. We were asked to accompany our poem with an "artifact". For my artifact I decided to make a video compilation of photos and videos that I think give an insight to who I am. Thank you for watching. (watch until the end--after the credits)
Where I’m From
I am from cold marble floors,
from acidic vinegar and sweet peony.
I am from ranches.
(Dry, horses trotting around)
The smell of saw dust and hay fill the air.
I am from cold offices,
from ancient computers
whose long gone tangled wires I remember as if they were my own.
I am from fresh tamales and pupusas,
from spicy horchata and floral jamaica.
From the resolute and sincere.
From nunca te dejes vencer, te amo.
I am from loud guitars riffs and fast keyboard clicks,
from early Sunday mornings and sunny winters.
I am from Perez and Ortega,
from struggles and accomplishments.
From serious scowls and genuine smiles.
I am from the memories and aspirations I collected on top of my dresser
From unknown perils that await in my future.
Yet, I always venture on.
I am from cold marble floors,
from acidic vinegar and sweet peony.
I am from ranches.
(Dry, horses trotting around)
The smell of saw dust and hay fill the air.
I am from cold offices,
from ancient computers
whose long gone tangled wires I remember as if they were my own.
I am from fresh tamales and pupusas,
from spicy horchata and floral jamaica.
From the resolute and sincere.
From nunca te dejes vencer, te amo.
I am from loud guitars riffs and fast keyboard clicks,
from early Sunday mornings and sunny winters.
I am from Perez and Ortega,
from struggles and accomplishments.
From serious scowls and genuine smiles.
I am from the memories and aspirations I collected on top of my dresser
From unknown perils that await in my future.
Yet, I always venture on.