I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I don’t really know what is real and what isn’t. But I do know that I really miss my abuelita. My abuelita who would sneak me salt …
I can’t stop thinking about your grandpa Miguel Rosa. Reminds me of a dicho my papi taught me: de sabios y de locos todos tenemos un …
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