The Odyssey

Do you ever see a picture of yourself from a few months ago, or even a year, and you feel like it’s from a different lifetime? Like, you almost can’t recognize the person in the photo even though you still wear the same face? It’s like looking through the tired eyes of someone who has…

¿Qué Soy?

Una cara sin reconocimiento La boca sin voz Una lengua del pasado La piel quemada del sol Con piernas, fuertes y desgastadas Orejas que oyen el grito de hambre Con manos indefensas y atadas Ojos que lloran por el pobre Soy la mente que anhela la educación Pies para llevarme a prosperidad Soy el ceño…

The Beginning

  “A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.” – Susan Sontag So. Here it goes. The world we live in is an incredible place. It is something beyond our comprehension. There is beauty in every detail – the songs being sang as the sun rises, the subtle smile between strangers…