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a poem to remember Billie Holiday on her birthday, April 7. Day seven of poetry month 21014.
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Che or you and I, we are meant to be different.
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This is the background story of how I became human.
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Historical ingredients necessary for a perfect migrant laborer.
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A call to slow down, make love, build community, dream together in the slowest lane, in your arms.
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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César Vallejo said "piedra negra sobre piedra blanca."
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We live between transitions: rain, clouds, mud, dust, dreams, sleep, consciousness.
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The revolution is to be human. --walter lowenfels.
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Who speaks for who? I speak for my self...
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ode to a body of the color blues.
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