the title comes from one of my favorite songs by Rafael Hernandez. it means Puerto Rico calls me . A love letter to her made famous in modern times by Marc Anthony.
this place is one of our icons.. sorry, but this one makes my heart just ache for my island !! :)
located in Old San Juan.. part of the El Morro Fort .. where battles were fought
San Juan, Puerto Rico
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Calendar of Puerto rico
This is the front page of the calendar
^El Morro is part of the National Park Service (don’t forget your National Park Passport Stamp!), and is probably one of the most recognizable features of San Juan. The fort itself has been (and is being) restored on numerous occasions.
San Juan National Historic Site includes forts San Cristobal, San Felipe del Morro, and San Juan de la Cruz also called El Canuelo, plus bastions, powder houses, and three fourths of the city wall. All these defensive fortifications surround the old, colonial portion of San Juan, Puerto Rico. El Canuelo Fort is located at Isla de Cabras at the western end of the entrance to the San Juan Bay. These forts were built by Spanish troops beginning in 1539 with a tower at El Morro and La Fortaleza and took more that 250 years. Most of the walls were added later in a period of tremendous construction in the mid-to-late 1700’s.
The characteristic look-out towers surround the city, but are locked. The accessible ones are part of the national park sites around the city.^
from my cousin happy feet 5
from deep with in her heart she expresses her thoughts on our plight and history
The smoke slowly rises
From the puffs of my Yunque lips
See how it slowly dances in circles
Curling, hypnotizing, enticing
Making holes in the middle
For you to slither through
Don’t be afraid
It is the inner child that is speaking
Of the smoke that tells you the truth
Of the fire, the sparks, passion and the souls
Of the Tainio Indians, of their Borinquen
But no one dares to listen, no one dares to look.
Listen my child, for the future belongs to you
Dance and Listen
To the heavy rhythm of our ancestor’s hearts
Listen carefully to our hearts
Dance my child
Dance to an ancient beat of old
All dressed in white
Swirl around the fire
To the drum beat of my smoke
To the times when our lands
Were taken away
When we disappeared into the veins
Of another nation
Think of the many times when we came home
With empty hands.
Dance my little one with heavy feet on the ground
Where you are secure and need to grow heavy thick roots
Deep into the ground.
Winds of another world of turmoil
So dance my little one
With heavy feet on the ground and listen
Blow the smoke from your own lips
The new ideas that we need
Let go of the milking breast
And grasp to what is real
Remember your past, your present and your future.
And as you learn from all of the visions of the past
Dance to your future
Blowing the pipe of my Yunque lips that speaks
That smoke of truth
Learn one thing
Not everything that you see is reality
Not everything you hear is the truth
Winds of turmoil are coming
Dance my child to the heavy rhythm of smoke
And you will make Borinquen proud again.