reunion
Miracles often happen when the moon is not so full. Place in this atmosphere of crossroads where, after attending a presentation of Chicana writers you come across the sea and its fish and go along the waves to belong to the bank of memories and you get a beach and want her to be the sun your skin needs. Miracles happen, she hugged you and cried until you feel a real mortal and best of all, you hugged his embrace while still bring it and you can not let go of it. In truth, I was waiting on the island of nostalgia or vines sadness for you to be my solution and I never thought that even in the ocean, set in Spanglish, wine and humility of passengers without a ticket, you were there. Bless you!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Home Made Lesd Sinker
A lone man opens the world's roads with ink in his hand. Tattooed contracts in the maze which means life, wants to sleep in the mud, drowning in the abyss of fire, pull on vacuum regardless of the phone bills, gas light, financial Step. A man is not himself, looks at his children's escape necessary. Step back, yes, a man and holds back the clock night.
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