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Calavera 2017…She’s in The Drive!

La Muerte just arrived to beautiful Vancity; she’s ready to revive all the boredom of the city.   Walking around The Drive, she noticed something strange: a group of blond girls wearing crown flowers on their heads.   She took … Continue reading

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The Forest I Go

I always imagined it as a beautiful forest. Enormous pines surrounding a greenfield where a tiny cabin sits in the middle. It is the classic cabin: painted in red (although I don’t even like red), with square shaped windows and … Continue reading

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The Harvest Of Your Love

Early in the morning, with the shining darkness I open my eyes to check on the crop: it breaths, it’s warm, it’s so beautiful that I feel guilty to water it so early.   During the day, with a blanket … Continue reading

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Our Love In Canada

Our love in Canada is:   Multicultural We’re in!  We look different, and actually, we are different! A mestiza and a white man, a Mexican and a Canadian. I have no interest in finding out where exactly my great-grandfather from … Continue reading

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Words, Sounds and Moments

There are certain words, some sounds and a few moments… But somehow it is all about the words’ meanings the sounds’ loving caresses and the moments’ everlasting effects…   Because they are spoken to you, they touch your soul, they … Continue reading

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Mother of Words

Soy madre…I am a mother     I’ve given birth to words.  Images, ideas, wishes, dreams and regrets, sad and lonely thoughts, but also loving words to wrap my love ones close to my heart. Simple and clear statements about … Continue reading

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Labour relations

The Problem My hope is on strike, it isn’t showing up for work anymore, its disappointment has weighed in, and my hope has decided not to work anymore.   The parts in this conflict? A disillusioned  hope and a tired … Continue reading

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