Recuerdo de niño hablar español. “We’re in America, speak English” decían. Of course I spoke English, coño, my parents were White Anglo Americans, pero siempre también había hablado español. Cosas que
An imaginable place with great weather, attractions, and the most beautiful orange skies– I never dreamt about meeting someone from there who would impact my life. Seasons of hurting; seasons of love.
She’s like a drug. You consume her. Breathe her in. Experience her high. Her hair twists and sits on her head gently as if each strand was perfectly placed there by God. She laughs with such roar of h