Te Amo Colombia

 

Te Amo Colombia, This is my love letter to you. I have not been able to meet you officially, but through my father, I have come to know how beautiful you are. Everyone has a past, but they shouldn’t define us. 

 

There is so much I still have to learn about you. The first thing I am doing is to learn to speak in my father’s tongue. I hope I will make you proud. Every time I think about you, I can’t help but cry because all I want for you, Colombia, is to be happy and to know how much love I have for you. 

 

Every song is your endless pride and determination. I will always come to your side where ever I am. You took care of my father well, so I want to repay you in my endless thanks. Your colors are my colors; your tears are my tears; your joys are my joys. I pray that I will meet you one day. The emptiness in my heart is ready to embrace you with all the love I can give.

 

 

The beauty of our music flows through my blood; I feel the heartbeat of my dad’s childhood every time I dance. When I close my eyes, I am in my Papi’s home, smelling my Abuela’s cooking; I can hear her laugh; it brings a smile to my face. Each step of my Papi dancing brings warmth to my heart, but I know that within all that joy, there is an anguish that lives in their shadows. Troubled clouds stay behind the sun; their cries are heard each time they sing. My Abuelo loved my Abuela with a troubled heart. His demons kept him in disguise, my Papi obeyed for his father’s heart. I watch my Papi grow with so much pain; there was nothing I could do. My tears slowly fall off my face. I open my eyes and see my Papi in front of me; all I can do is smile. Colombia is more than a home; it is his heart. 

 

Te Amo Colombia, the moment my parents met, there was a love that they didn’t even realize was going to hold steady in the strongest tide. Colombia gave me my parents; no, Colombia gave me my heart.

 

Te Amo Colombia

 

Sincerely yours, Noah Maria