There are hundreds of them, lingering like fireflies
I’m not sure what time it is but I’m sure the suns about to rise
As I fly above my beloved city and return back home
I’m going to miss the city with rich culture like loam
As I see the lights that brighten the city through the night
I reminisce on my nerves during that first flight
Nerves that almost killed me prior
Now I want to stay alil longer, a strong desire
The scene of mountains that stay stained in my heart
How can a country look like a piece of Picasso’s art?
The weather, the people, the experience, the overall way of life
Every morning the sound of the national music, never strife
Delicious delicatessens at all corners
Welcoming all foreigners
No need to stress the bills
Life’s not expensive, it isn’t no Beverly hills
I’ve never felt more inspired
By the country I’ve always admired
As I walk though NY I feel the stress emanate off others
I’d rather be back where the smile smothers
So much history I’ve learned I return a historian
Rich culture that makes me say I’m proud to be Ecuadorian
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