Maybe one night Iโll be asleep and Iโll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Donโt try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Donโt be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.
Francesca Lia BlockMorning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Francesca Lia BlockWe both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)
Francesca Lia BlockL.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after.
Francesca Lia Block