#ritmoromantica

[nomenclatura-peligrosa]

Mi secretaría pone música tan triste, que hasta yo extraño a su ex.

Lo leí por ahí, y me mate de risa

[mujerdelaeternasonrisa]

Aqui con feeling antes de viajar #RitmoRomantica #RadioCorazon

[anaramirez93]

On the radio

There is this radio station that plays only 90's ballads. It was new in the 90's, but it still plays only 90's ballads. Love songs, to be more precise. My grandmother, after waking up, doing her exercises and having a glass of papaya juice (all before 6am), turns on this station and sings along.

Trying to sleep through the music is (and always has been) impossible. So I would go to her bedroom and watch her put the curlers on her hair as she sang along some of the worst music I've ever heard. 

This morning, out of the blue, I decided to see if there was an App for this radio (there's an app for everything these days) and there was. So I put it on the iPod dock and it was no longer March 10, 2013.

I could smell breakfast being prepared in the kitchen. I could hear the man outside selling fish he'd just caught that morning. I could hear the inevitable sound of car alarms. I could see myself walking down that hallway with photos of the past.

But most importantly, I could see and hear my grandmother: standing in front of that dresser, putting curlers in her hair, singing along and asking me when in the world I was going to drink my papaya juice, and what I wanted her to make me for lunch.

Sometimes the word "homesick" isn't enough. And I found this out this morning, listening to Radio Ritmo Romantica.