Casi analfabeta, marginalmente educada, en movimiento constante, producto de un fortuito encatre; huerfana de afectos, incierta alcurnia inconclusa, sin permiso original, destinatario imperfecto, la muchacha esa manana buscaba entender la retorica populista; el mensaje oficial del estado, la tropa y la masa. Curiosa, como espigados flamencos en una escena plana, sin carteleras ni guiones, preguntaba [...]
Archive for June, 2011
5 Jun
Our Mothers – Our Souls
I am overwhelmed by memories of her tender caresses bringing a loving smile to a young, innocent boy in the barrio; her hands covering the sky of my imagination, and then holding me tight on a daily walk to school, safely. Was I dreaming? Did I heard the joyful laughter that brought us to tears [...]
