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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

COMO SAL Y PIMIENTA

mi amor por ti-es tan igual pero de una manera tan distinto. tu la mayor, de piel morena, chaparra y tan pequena tan franca, de altavoz, y siempre deseando atenciones. tu hermana menor, un poco mas alta, de piel, color de miel de ojos grandes, redondos y de color avellano hablando apenas-en voz baja... Sign in to see full entry.

About the Gift

Although I did not know Rene he was my nephew. When I heard of him being taken away, all I could think was of his mom, which I do know. All her anguish she was going through. Something I only have really felt since my mother left me. These words came together for me and it's exactly the only way I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Gift

GOD sent us a wonderful gift--a sweet little Angel, a Son yet, baptized or not, at birth, our sweet little Angel was given the name of Rene once held, we gave him our warmth, and, we cuddled him, so close_ we gave him a home with a sister, and two brothers, too_ and within these 9 months, that have... Sign in to see full entry.

The Last Day

a routine working day with life at The Twin Towers of New York. to feel this tremble what could we think? was this another bomb or just another quake? Next a number of explosions and all our cries of panic trying to get away from all this smoke, these flames of fire and all this fear from all of us... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Waiting for a miracle

Swi-i-sh, swi-i-sh, a quiet sound within my reach when I awoke one winter day. stranded, sitting all alone within these empty walls of endless desert land. the desert seems to be stretched out, forever it has no end. the sunrise glare, so bright it blinds my sight. no life, no movement other than... Sign in to see full entry.

A given trait

No time for school playtime was, so limited. no time to enjoy youth just time for maturity. a common thing just like a job I'd knead the dough I'd cook those meals always working to beat that time three time a day. our kitchen stove the only friend, I knew. its' heated flames, just bringing on those... Sign in to see full entry.

That perfect trip

many moments shared with preparation with so much joy and inspiration! from day to day we did the shops this perfect trip did bring much joy to all of us. once on the ship abroad we went that joy of games, did bring much luck to some of us. this perfect trip did bring much joy to all of us. those... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Like salt and pepper

my love for you it is so equal but in a very different way. you the eldest, dark skinned, short and somewhat petite yet, so outspoken, loud, and always wanting to be noticed. your younger sister a few inches taller, of skin like honey with those big, round and hazel colored eyes barely speaking in a... Sign in to see full entry.

The Man

although at times you are not liked the man of skin like yours and mine. the man that works sunshine or rain in those large fields of fruits and grain. the working man with strength and hands, so rough he works so hard for all of us. he also has much gentleness in both those hands of given strength... Sign in to see full entry.

After Hours

The darkness roamed my surrounding that one night while sitting at home all alone, waiting for mother to come home. I was 10 years old and never afraid to being alone. Mother had had an emergency call. "Sara, could you stay alone for just a few hours?" her mother asked. Mother always worked extra... Sign in to see full entry.

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