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“There's still too much energy leftover at this tomb-desk, on Broadway, when I am semi-asleep at night in our bedroom, struggling to get a good night's rest. There's an overflow of loin energy. It spills out from my pores as if I were a cracked drum of reacting chemicals. I need to work to expend this excess energy in words, stories and books....My mind is a body that's a mind.”

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Crossing Borders: Personal Essays

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Sergio Troncoso
Sergio Troncoso

Sergio Troncoso is an American author known for his profound portrayals of Latinx Americans. His works often focus on immigration experiences, family relationships, and social changes. more

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