The mother land

As a Latin American coming to the mother land means tracing back my roots,  family stories going back and forwards, both sides of the Atlantic sea, keep unfolding in my mind and I suppose in most of the Latin people. Latin America’s big picture looks one united from the distant, but a close look indicates The Americas is a big puzzle that start right here in Spain. The mother land opens her harms, even  though she is tired, agonizing and bleeding…some blood in the gazpacho soup? red does not only connotes passion, the bleeding bull is losing strength. The veteran mother does not know that she knows, maybe finds reinvention around the corner. The drinks still flowing till late, never mind the wounds, somewhere, somehow there is something to celebrate.  Is this Latin big puzzle a reminisce of the past ?  Shoot me in the heart, I will fall and rise as many times.