We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.