Loss and fondness
The bright light that I saw when you were born, as I felt overwhelmed with love and tears rolled down my cheeks, I realized one thing …life. Through the legends and the words of my land, I felt their hate, I became aware of them, of those other lands,…
Read MoreSin playas a mar
Sin playas a mar … Cuando el viento pasa por mis alrededores, y los árboles mueven sus ramas frondosas, cual ruido de mares tirando sus olas en arenas lejanas, sus dientecillos helados, y sus rafagas juegan con mi alma, dejando sentir sus mordidas,…
Read MoreThe distance between you and me isn’t much; Your freedom, say the Americanos, stops where your nose begins. I miss, missing is wanting, to covet. The monarch is an immigrant. Do they too yearn after the forest in Michoacán? Or are they happy in…
Read MoreThe rain falls in the plains of Spain
Fluffy grey cotton hovering over my head endarken the grey matter in my brain. My humor becomes inswept by a melancholic ghost of yore who showers a song about water over my head. I scuba dive this deep crazy mood, engulfing me in a tormented soul I…
Read MoreDressed in black A wicked half circle on your mouth Dragging your feet 10 minutes before doomsday Dirty laundry stacking up putriding morals lay unhung Wilst propaganda laughs all the way … Wake up !
Read MoreLight through the windows Air by the night A single breeze swooshes the silver green curtains My skin gets goose bumps I sip a drink of life as my eyes slowly close down its eyelids I whiff the currents of passion running like wild horses through my…
Read MoreStockholm – Ní¤ssjí¶ Intercity
The nascent grass From the window of an Iron Horse, gives life through the windows of my soul. I get nourished by the infrared light that decides like the many colors the sun gives to a rainbow how I see the world
Read MoreThe windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; My feet are not as might as I thought.
Read MoreThe windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; Today I woke up and my head was not as might as I thought.
Read MoreChicano Lutheran Ethics
Behind our eyelids We long Strange worlds Uncommon to none Let it be us you and I Who lift lids Of those to come Welcome them within wake their ids Wake up say ! Ache Partake, undertake Assert yourself !
Read MoreI don’t understand how is it possible to explain that literature has many manifestations but only one way to teach it. I read and read that this technique does this and that for this effect and that outcome. I can see that hence I can learn it. I am…
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