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A review by bookdragon217
Receta by Mario José Pagán Morales
emotional
hopeful
lighthearted
reflective
5.0
aquí:
ni Colon could have taken our love from nuestra cultural
Taíno. Black and Spaniard
corren por nuestras venas
that's what makes us Boricuas hasta en la propia luna
Receta by Mario José Pagán Morales is the gift that keeps on giving. Es:
🇵🇷 un abrazo from abuela
🇵🇷 the aroma of mami's café con leche hecho con el colador
🇵🇷 the sound of sofrito sizzling en aceite
🇵🇷 community across the diaspora
🇵🇷 a reminder that the heartbeat of Puerto Rico lives inside of us
🇵🇷 the sounds, the tastes and the smells of la Isla del Encanto
🇵🇷 the call to home
🇵🇷 our ancestors guiding our steps
🇵🇷 amor, patría y libertad
🇵🇷 a middle finger to colonía that tries to kill us
🇵🇷 the ways we hold onto our loved ones that have passed and embrace those that still remain
🇵🇷 the way we continue to survive
I cannot find the perfect words to encapsulate the beauty found in these pages. I can't express all the emotions I felt reading each piece that brought me a little closer to home and reminded me of what runs through my veins and brings me joy. All the memories came flooding back of being on Abuela's land picking fruit and root vegetables, the smell of Abuelo's pig, the sound of crashing waves from the ocean, bañandome en la quebrada y el mosquitero that my Abuela would put around my crib at night to protect me.
But it also makes me think of the NY community that had a hand in my survival: El bodeguero, la vecina bochinchera, our chosen family, el piraguero and all the hard working folks who were always willing to share something, whether it was food, knowledge or a kind word. I am forever grateful for Nuyorican poets like Mario who wear their hearts on their sleeve and choose to share their words to calm our spirits. This book is a beautiful depiction of what it means to live between two worlds and find your own way. He walks you through despair and grief but reminds you that at the heart of our community is joy and laughter, music, spirituality, traditions, food and most importantly the people. He reminds me that the only way to survive is stay tethered to those who came before while pushing through with our heads held high.
ni Colon could have taken our love from nuestra cultural
Taíno. Black and Spaniard
corren por nuestras venas
that's what makes us Boricuas hasta en la propia luna
Receta by Mario José Pagán Morales is the gift that keeps on giving. Es:
🇵🇷 un abrazo from abuela
🇵🇷 the aroma of mami's café con leche hecho con el colador
🇵🇷 the sound of sofrito sizzling en aceite
🇵🇷 community across the diaspora
🇵🇷 a reminder that the heartbeat of Puerto Rico lives inside of us
🇵🇷 the sounds, the tastes and the smells of la Isla del Encanto
🇵🇷 the call to home
🇵🇷 our ancestors guiding our steps
🇵🇷 amor, patría y libertad
🇵🇷 a middle finger to colonía that tries to kill us
🇵🇷 the ways we hold onto our loved ones that have passed and embrace those that still remain
🇵🇷 the way we continue to survive
I cannot find the perfect words to encapsulate the beauty found in these pages. I can't express all the emotions I felt reading each piece that brought me a little closer to home and reminded me of what runs through my veins and brings me joy. All the memories came flooding back of being on Abuela's land picking fruit and root vegetables, the smell of Abuelo's pig, the sound of crashing waves from the ocean, bañandome en la quebrada y el mosquitero that my Abuela would put around my crib at night to protect me.
But it also makes me think of the NY community that had a hand in my survival: El bodeguero, la vecina bochinchera, our chosen family, el piraguero and all the hard working folks who were always willing to share something, whether it was food, knowledge or a kind word. I am forever grateful for Nuyorican poets like Mario who wear their hearts on their sleeve and choose to share their words to calm our spirits. This book is a beautiful depiction of what it means to live between two worlds and find your own way. He walks you through despair and grief but reminds you that at the heart of our community is joy and laughter, music, spirituality, traditions, food and most importantly the people. He reminds me that the only way to survive is stay tethered to those who came before while pushing through with our heads held high.