I miss Mexico,
I miss the fresh orange juice and my mum’s cooking.
I miss Puebla,
I miss the streets,
the wild dogs that I’ve feared so much as a child,
the friendly people and the sunny skies.
I miss going to the Zocalo and looking at people
I miss the smell of the Cathedral and watching telenovelas.
I even miss complaining about the corruption and political scandals.
Today, I’m listening to Lila Downs,
to her bullets and chocolate
and I’m crying and crying because I miss my Mexico lindo y querido so much.