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Buenas Noches Luna – the PC Nica Adaption

In Nicaragua, 
There is a group of volunteers
And a Spanish Dictionary
image488And a statue of –
Sandino in his great cowboy hat
And there were dance festivals and catholic parades
And a pair of socks hanging on a line to dry
And a chisme group of women trying to pry
And deodorant 
And a package my family sent
And a young girl wanting to play with me
And a host mom calling dinner is ready
Buenas noches Nicaragua
17bBuenas noches volunteers
Buenas noches statue of Sandino that’s been standing for years
Buenas noches dance festivals and parades18171339e64663d05cc0da93c388690a
Buenas noches clothes to dry
Buenas noches women trying to pry
Buenas noches deodorant
Buenas noches package sent
Buenas noches girl wanting to play
Buenas noches day
And Buenas noches to my host mom calling that dinner is ready
Buenas noches Spanish hiccups and words I still can’t say
Buenas noches Mom and Dad, I know are very proud I am here 
Buenas noches noises everywhere 


The Sounds

The sounds, the sounds

The soundtrack of life

Close your eyes


Hear the sounds?

Things you never noticed and missed

While you’re too busy, living and you might…

Be missing the sounds…

Of your own soundtrack


I hear,

Door slams at 5 am

The waking, the rising of people

I hear the sounds of the sun calling me

The children rushing off to class

And bands practicing for upcoming parades

I hear barachos sleeping, too early for them to make a fuss

I hear little women sweeping,

On streets owned by us

I hear a community sharing,

Selling the fruits of their work2015-07-26 07.55.36

Avocate!  Tomate, tomate!  And fresco!

Frijoles bubbling, in prep for almuerzo

Fire crackling in the fuegon



I hear trucks rumbling, motos careening dangerously fast down the street

Cabellos tap dancing past my window, motorcycles puff smoke and niños screaming, “tauni!”

I hear conversations, so many, taking place at once

Teens giggling, TVs blaring, and commercial jingles I can’t forget

There is the sound of rain

Rain on my tin roof

Or is it the sun?

Causing a chemical reaction to the zinc

Popping noises just like the rain,

Background music to my day

Sloshing of hand washing clothes,

Waterfall sprays of bucket showers

Tools clanging on metal,

By the mechanic next door

Trash burning in a gorge in the road

Birds singing

Mosquitoes buzzing

The wind in my palm trees

Hollow thuds of construction that’s always happening

Taxi horns whirling

Peopling calling “Adios” in the streets

I hear the soulful plea, “buenas” in doorways

And me, getting ready to teach


I hear piropos,

I hear their humor in my shame

I hear the sun denying shade

I hear roosters crowing, though it’s neither dawn nor dusk

I hear horses neighing, pigs snorting

Dogs barking at anything passing by,

Students writing every single word I say,

Scared to miss just one

I hear greetings and wave when a student says, “adios profe!”

I hear squeaking park swings, youth having PDA

I hear affection, away from adults that accept no other way

Eskimo bells and juice sloshing in plastic bags

Balls pinging off the concrete basketball court

The hard clicks when I text on my chiclero2015-04-17 19.45.08

Bikes tires soft thuds against the strange tiled street

Buses exasperated piston sighs when they come to a stop

And it’s “I think I can” momentum creaking up mountains with heaving loads

Heel clicks and flip flops on the payment

The joyful cacophony as school ends

Procession of energy, uniform colors blending in

Slaps of backpacks and “See you!” lift their sound to my ears


Thuds of my bags on the floor,

The sigh of ecstasy when I lay in my hammock

The swaying as my nap takes me, or is that noise just in my head?

The sizzle of food in too much grease

the call sounding throughout my house, “Nae! Va a cenar?”

And my ever resounding response each day, “SI!”

Chairs dragging on the floor, the small sound of give in the hand-sewn bottom of my chair

The TV news, the group of men discussing fútbol at my door2015-09-29 15.44.03

The questions of Ingles, as I check my host brother’s homework

The crinkle of papelografos as I try to make them neat

The cow like sound of my fan, as I can’t take the heat

The ping of my hornita for a late night treat

The music blares in English as my host sister sits right in front of the TV

The dusk of the moon whispering, “buenas noches” to me


I hear small shifting of bugs and maybe mice in the night

And the soft protection of my mosquitera’s plight

I hear bar laughter, carried on the wind

I hear karaoke and songs in broken English

I hear announcement trucks

I hear mothers calling for children and cooing infants

Keys jingling to lock doors

Metal doors whining, no WD50

I hear my clothes on the line, waving in the breeze

Book pages rustling

Yoga mats soft collapse on the floor

I hear my final saludos as I close and bar my door

I hear my sheets rubbing, making way for me

I hear early sleep calling,

I hear Nicaraguan routine


I hear the sounds of life

Do you hear them?


Can you only hear mine?


Close your eyes.

Accept your truth.

Disconnect from your phone

There’s a soundtrack of life, you’re missing….

A soundtrack of your own


Word Glossary:

Barachos – drunk men

Avocate – avocado

Tomate – Tomato

Fresco – soda, or refreshing drink, usually made of fruits

Almuerzo – lunch

Fuegon – a big stove top outside, made of cement and heated with wood started fire

Motos – moto-taxis, smaller and less expensive taxis, made similar to a dirtbike instead of a car taxi

Cabellos – horses

Niños – children

Tauni – cool

“Buenas” – the audio version of a doorbell

Piropos – cat calls

Profe – Professor/ teacher

Chiclero – small, basic, Nicaraguan phone

Adios – goodbye

Va a cenar – Are you going to eat dinner?

Fútbol – soccer

Papelografos – white posters used in teacher classes

Hornita – small oven/ toaster oven

Buenas noches – goodnight

Mosquitera – mosquito net

Saludos – expressions of goodbye


A Word to My Ex Chronicles

Today is the last day of my mini series “A Word to My Ex” Chronicles. It was liberation but very scary to share. I am glad I did if it means at least one person was liberated as well. I hope ya’ll shared it, hashtagged and @me on your posts. I appreciate the support WHEN you credit the source. I want to end on a bang so here it is. My final word to my ex. I hope you enjoy and as always RSC (read share comment). Thank you. 
A Word to My Ex Chronicles
This is goodbye
I have to remove my hands because God is slamming this door shut
I don’t want Him to break my hand
In the Bible, there is a story of a Shepard
who breaks the legs of His lamb
to prevent it from wandering off,
but because He loves the lamb so much
He carries it around on His shoulders until the lamb’s legs are healed
I don’t need hurt to be the reason I draw closer to God
He already gave me the answer to my question about you
He said, “no.”
I’m sorry, you have to go
 My Daddy doesn’t approve of you

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

A Word to My Ex Chronicles
I stripped for you
Layer by layer I bared my soul
I gave you my bitterness
I exchanged sadness
I laid down my burdens
My past was swept away
My jacket of shame on the floor
Scarf of insecurity on the chair
and makeup full of false notions of beauty wiped cleaned
I unhooked bags of hurts and threw it on the bed
There was no room for you in my jeans because they were stuffed with hidden imperfections
Flaws I finally accepted lay in pools I stepped out one foot at a time,
Looking for you to love me now whole
But you were at the door, unwilling to see me no longer unsure
You were so used to loving me rough, with edges that cut you deep
So adverse to the idea of me healing you the way God did me
So we parted
And I hope one day you find what I have: peace

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles
By accepting we were not meant to be
I liberated myself and you to accept our royalty
My crown was beginning to slip
In letting go of your hand I could raise my own fist
I will fight for myself
I won’t settle for less
and I hope in this separation you also find yourself
Most importantly find God
He already wrote the script,
we just have to play our part

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles 
You thought!
You lost!
And everybody knows almost doesn’t count 
No take backs
It’s better this way.
Now is your chance since you didn’t when we were together

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles
It took me a while to get why you wouldn’t call
I always had to call you… 
It’s because you didn’t miss me
I finally figured out why you didn’t miss me.
It’s because I wasn’t in your destiny
Then it finally hit me. 
If I wasn’t in your destiny, why was I forcing myself in your present? 
Thanks for the lesson. 
I needed it. 
Somebody had to teach me: don’t stay where you’re unappreciated 

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles
You sitting next to me in the pew did not and does not give validity to our relationship
God knows your heart
and He showed me you were playing charades
two words
six letters
what I want you to do…
Game over.
I’m not playing anymore.
You’re taking space that could be occupied by my Adam 

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles 
Your mouth was steady saying one thing 
While your body did something else
You’re a liar
That’s exactly why we ain’t together
You thought you could seduce my body 
But I was not blind to see
Everything and nothing with you lined up
You insisted there was only me but had an abundance of juice in your cup
You don’t have a fear of commitment
That is just another lie
You have a fear of committing to the wrong one, so you sample each
Too much candy baby, that’s how you get cavities

A Word to My Ex Chronicles

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A Word to My Ex Chronicles
I have to give you a round of applause
you stuck with me when I was scavenging for myself 
I’ve been told I ran you away
and that isn’t true
we both had a hand in walking away
but our friendship isn’t dead
for that I’m thankful 
we were just two good people, who found the other 
we were good
but we weren’t great
we put in four years of work 
because there was no reason to leave and so many to stay
realizing we were too afraid to say it wasn’t working should have been enough
but we made it out 
I went my way, seeing the world and taking advantage of my selfish years
and you have gone your way, finding happiness in the places I could not stay
Even still, you’ll always be my boo bear