“Around me the moonlight glittered on the pebbles of the llano, and in the night sky a million stars sparkled. Across the river I could see the twinkling lights of the town. In a week I would be returning to school, and as always I would be running up the goat path and crossing the bridge to go to church. Sometime in the future I would have to build my own dream out of those things that were so much a part of my childhood.” DreamLightWould BeRunningSchoolNightStarsChurchMy OwnMillionsPathWeekSkyChildhoodRiversTownsBridgesMoonlightCrossingsGoatsNight SkyPebblesTwinklingUltimaTwinkling Lights Author:Rudolfo Anaya
“The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always. The body becomes dust and trees and exploding fire, it becomes gaseous and disappears, and still there is eternity. Silent, unopposed, brooding, forever.” WorldMadeStillsImportantEndsBodyCareEarthLastsWaterBornMillionsForeverFireFourTreeSkyWindEternitySilentLifetimeCornersDisappearDustEvolveAshesWormsPassing AwayBroodingExploding Author:Rudolfo Anaya
