As you, the days are jumping between tasks at hand, continuing responsibilities, unruly thoughts, almost imperceptible sigh inevitable, gestures and a few moments to look in the reflection of the eyes of others and because we see the events unfold in Cairo and in Hato Rey, the scene of our island, under the shadow of near distances and in a corner of our lives, crossing seas or across the street. Grassroots movements are struggling for a free society, for economic justice and for change in dissonance and kickbacks, again, we see the same tactics motivated by those who insist on sharing the spoils, those who justify violence as to get close to the privileges, and the chorus in the third level of those with complicity invisible dance to them touch.
think I love the contrast that gives us life to motivate us to think in different ways and remind us that although there are daily tides are dissimilar to hours, never delivered on time with accurate, the flamboyant that roars its colors in the middle of denying dying urban gray and like all babies are born with hope in their eyes but born in storms or storm ...
I've always tried to understand how some people will deny the mysteries, who can not see what is universally paradoxical life of the worm, ugly, slow, patient, disciplined, dragging their lives in search of a niche die which made a bunch out the wings of a butterfly's daughter dreams of worm, ugly, slow, patient and disciplined ...
... and friends after years were reunited, the separation of trying to mend mending a tapestry of memories with colored thread and different fibers Silence seized the moment when one said to another: In what language do you love if your husband does not understand English ...
... opened the door, the three sisters looked nervous to get his father noticing that his thigh had been strongly tied a tiny hand, as small as his fingers while turning from the shadows of eyes peered out when they heard the voice of his mother with the sweetness of a cool evening to say: go and meet her brother, that time will have to know ...
... always thought the day would come when his son repented should ask for forgiveness but do not arrive on time, always thought to have plenty of reasons for their frustrations requedarse father, to continue looking at the wounds of his pride and locked to maintain this love as a sign of necessary lessons, was wrong, and now talking to the face of her dead son only wanted to somehow reach his words who had left without saying goodbye ...
... and the woman wanted to take her to see the grounds on which he loves rebels, who wrote poems banned, the cousin sisters commented, our grandmother supports students and wants to go to the march but daddy object, to get wrinkles, gray hair in neat bun conjugate, walking to the beat of a dance and the body bent was surrounded by young people whose happiness flourished to see the smile sign of the university returning after decades to defend their nest of illusions: the voice did not wait: they know the flowers always leave odors, though booting or walked, the smell is eternal so we have to defend the garden but as the villains, how much they want to lie and brag, its rogue pests are not forgotten, we can not leave booting root flowers ... like it? ... asked with a laugh that turned to something mischievous act up, years ago I wrote stop right here doing the same thing I return to do defending my college ...
roberto 'pachi' ortiz feliciano
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