The windows would swing open, all the sky would come in… you could laugh… you...– Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do…– ADELE
The less you know, the more you believe.– Bono
Hence I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people,...– Malcolm X
If you’re not careful, the newspapers (media) will have you hating the...– Malcolm X
I’m not going to sit at your table and watch you eat, with nothing on my...– Malcolm X
Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over...– Malcolm X
You Bring Out The Mexican in Me...
The hunkered think dark spiral. The core of a heart howl. The bitter bile. The tequila lagrimas on Saturday all through next weekend Sunday. You are the one I’d let go the other loves for, surrend my one-woman house. Allow you red wine in bed, even with my vintage lace linens. Maybe. Maybe. For You. You bring out the Dolores Rio in me. The Mexican spitfire in me. The raw navajas, glint and...