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  • The last time the moon was this close to the earth was when i was just a baby.
    did mommy know about these things? did daddy?

    I doubt it. They were a bit busy with a newborn and the other two kids.

    Under the huge moon in the sweet barrio of Flores, all was bright. I was less than two months old, but I knew. I knew that one day the moon would rise and it be close to me again, as it was then. I knew I would call myself Luna although they named me Lili. I knew I would be in Buenos Aires in 2016, feeling a bit sad, listening to the Moonlight Sonata play on Colorado Public Radio by Daniel Barenboim under the beautiful sun of the city where I was born, the jacarandas in bloom, covering the sidewalks with lavender blue beauty.

    I knew. The moon held me in her arms and rocked me to sleep. Or was it my mother’s arms?

    La ultima vez que la luna estuvo tan cerca fue cuando yo era una bebita. Mami lo sabia? Y daddy?

    Lo dudo. Estaban un poco ocupados con una recién nacida y los otros dos.

    Bajo la enorme luna en el dulce barrio de Flores, todo era luz. tenia menos de dos meses. Pero yo si sabia! Sabia que un día la luna se levantaria de nuevo y estaría bien cerquita, como en esa noche. Sabia que me llamaria Luna aunque me dieron el nombre de Lili. Sabía que estaría en Buenos Aires en 2016, sintiéndome un poco melancólica escuchando la Sonata de Luz de Luna con Daniel Barenboim bajo el cielo soleado de mi cuidad natal. Los jacarandas en flor, cubriendo las verdes de una belleza azul lavanda.

    Sabia. La luna me tenia en sus brazos y me canto un arroro para hacerme dormir. O fueron los brazos de mami?
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