Life in exile
is built
on distances
futile attempts to
drain the water between
both homes
ships trapped in
the storm of the
years
Tag Archive: Poem
Adventure and Me
It was the beautiful adventure that whispered through my window, saying, “Let me teach you everything, and let’s run away together.”
On Amado Nervo Street
I grew up on a street named after the poet Amado Nervo, playing in the rain-soaked streets during the July and August rains, drinking corn atole while sitting on the sidewalk with my grandmother outside number 158.
It's going to rain
By Loli Molina Muñoz The warm May rain will fall upon us, washing everything away and leaving silence in its wake. We love it when it pushes the leaves aside without mercy and the chairs stand firm like teachers at the end of class. It will rain, and we will lose the light, but we will gain the music woven from the trees and the roof.Continue reading “It Will Rain”