I have shown people how I weave words or show emotions like a full cup brimming its foam into the edge. I have shown curiosity and wisdom in my charcoal eyes and smiled into kindness. I have listened to my surroundings, I have hovered, lingered and stayed until they realize I was listening all along. I felt me, as I sponge myself for their pain or happiness. I have journeyed six different sunrise and sunsets in six countries. I saw the colors that flounce before my eyes and what they bring into my soul. The dreams I make out with … Continue reading I have…

Demissionary of the submissive position, of the female madness when untreated, firm foot: to be a woman is to reinvent herself, is to construct identity, to conquer power. She discovers that there are only two options: whether to make a woman angry and determined or to go crazy. Submitting herself, ever! Mary was structured in anger. She needed to receive, to recover substance, intensity. She looked at the city and felt the cement inside. She needed to cure the emptiness: while the cars run, she howled inside. She was ready for life with poetry, otherwise, it would be misplaced, shipwrecked. … Continue reading To all Marias…