i remember little a fogged memory
south bronx
coming from rican dominican roots.
the patterson projects john adam houses
a child into a teenager
dates days places people
their names have faded away
like the clouds i would stare at
through my fifth floor window
i was that kind of kid daydreaming all the time wondering
where are those clouds going i want to go there.
Daydreaming I by Antonio Ruiz
my mother cooking
the sweet smell of arroz con habichuelas
y bacalao
that i could buy for a dollar across the street
la bodega
the salt rough over the single slab of fish.
in between the spanish radio station in the morning
there was plenty of time for america
jumping up and down out of
the black and white television
bozo the clown dead end kids
forties movies james cagney
abbott and costello bela lugosi
sci fi horror movies.
watching spanish tv with my mother novellas
my only chance to hold on to my dream
where everyone spoke spanish around me
to me from me.
Daydreaming II by Antonio Ruiz
it’s all faded away
like the clouds i would stare at
through my fifth floor window.
i was that kind of kid daydreaming all the time wondering
where are those clouds going i want to go there.
Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.
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