Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.
I drank that sentence and began to glow.
I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.
The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.
You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book.
It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind.