“And I thanked mi papa who'd always said to me that we, los Indios, the Indians, were like the weeds. That roses you had to water and giver fertilizer or they'd die. But weeds, indigenous plants, you gave them nada-nothing; hell you even poisoned them and put concrete over them, and those weeds would still break the concrete.” SaidStillsDiesWaterBreakHellRosePlantWeedConcreteIndigenousGiverPapaFertilizer Book:Burro Genius Source: Burro Genius
“Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!” IfsFeelsHeartPainJoyHeavenHurtHellMy HeartMiseryPower Of Love Book:Rain of Gold Source: Rain of Gold
