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“How shall man measure Progress there where the dark-faced Josie lies? How many heartfuls of sorrow s hall balance a bushel of wheat? How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real! And all this life and love and strife and failure, -- is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day?”

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“I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of our bed, we tried every position and every angle. I explored the curves on her body and delighted in seeing the freedom of her ecstasy. Her desperate whispers and pleas. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. We lay in bed with our limbs entangled, in a pacific silence that reminded me of existing on a beach just for the sake of such an existence. I couldn't imagine the world ever becoming better, and for some strange reason the thought slipped into my head that I had suddenly grown to be an old man because I could only hope to repeat, but never improve on, a night like this. I finally took her home sometime when the interstate was empty, and the bridges seemed to lead to nowhere, for they were desolate too.”

“I believe we have reached a point where those of us who belong to this culture of la frontera in Ysleta and El Paso are not content to sit back and watch others tell us who we are. We know who we are, and we ourselves can tell others about what we love and what we fear and what we hate and what can save us. I believe our community has developed that confidence to step forward and start taking responsibility for the many images that are projected in the name of Ysleta and El Paso.”

“Turi remembers this strange feeling repeated throughout his life: who he thinks he is in his mind is sometimes not who others see or imagine he can be. This gap never seems to go away. Sometimes this secret self is comforting, for its privacy. Sometimes it is amusing, when he witnesses what crazy assumptions others have of him. Too often this gap is dispiriting, a prison inside of him without any means of escape.”

“ভালোবাসা যে ভালোবাসা তুমি চাইছ তা তোমার প্রাপ্য আলুথালু, যে সমস্ত কারণে তোমাকে করে তোলে তার জন্য তাড়াতাড়ি উঠে দাঁড়াও, কারণ রাক্ষসেরা তোমাকে দেবে না ঘুমোতে । তোমার এক ভালোবাসা প্রাপ্য যা তোমাকে দেবে নিরাপদ থাকার অনুভূতি, জগতকে খেয়ে ফেলার সামর্থ্য যখন সে তোমার পাশাপাশি হাঁটে, তোমার জড়িয়ে ধরার সেই অনুভবগুলো ত্বকের জন্য নিখুঁত । এক ভালোবাসা তোমার প্রাপ্য যা নাচতে চায় তোমার সঙ্গে, যা তোমার প্রতিবার মনে হবে স্বর্গ তোমার চোখের দিকে তাকিয়ে আছে, যে তুমি কখনও অবসাদে ভোগো না তোমার অভিব্যক্তি বুঝে নিতে । এক ভালোবাসা তোমার প্রাপ্য তুমি শুনতে পাও যখন তুমি গান গাও, যে তুমি নিজেকে সমর্থন করো যখন তুমি উদ্ভট কাজ করো, তা তোমার স্বাধীনতাকে শ্রদ্ধা করে, তুমি তোমার উড়ালে নিজের সঙ্গে থাকো, যে পুরুষটি পড়ে যাবার ভয়ে ভীত নয় । এক ভালোবাসা তোমার প্রাপ্য যা তোমায় দূরে নিয়ে যায় মিথ্যা থেকে যে তুমি স্বপ্নকে নিয়ে আসো, কফি আর কবিতা ।”

“In the early 1900s, while colonization continued, the original Mexican population of the Southwest was greatly increased by an immigration the continues today. This combination of centuries-old roots and relatively new ones gives the Mexican-American people a rich and varied cultural heritage.”

“And now, today, as we hear the call of the Raza, and as the dormant, "docile" Mexican American comes to life, we see the stirring of the people. With that call, the Chicana also stirs and I am sure that she will leave her mark upon the Mexican-American movement in the Southwest”