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But love
is a wildly
unpredictable
hurricane wind,
not a swirling
blue ocean
with peaceful
shores.
No matter how invisible
I feel, I will always be wrapped
in the memory
of life as a captive.
- Quebrado
The old life is gone, my days are new,
but time is still a mystery
of wishes, and this sad, confusing fragrance.
- Rosa
In Latin America in general, and Cuba in particular, poets have been the inspiration behind struggles for independence, struggles for freedom of all sorts.
I think of my feather pen
as something magical
that still belongs
to a wing.
All I need
is paper, ink,
and the courage
to let wild words soar.
If only the peace I feel right now
could be stored up and released later
when cruelty surrounds me
in the dark
during nightmares.
I still think of myself
as a broken place, a drifting isle
with no home.
- Quebrado
Books are enchanted. Books help me travel.
Books help me breathe.
My mind soars
and whirls
in a dance
of wild fear
and graceful hope.
I would have run away
Into the forest
To live in a nest
Made of dreams
And green leaves
I feel like ...
the boy lost somewhere
between the torment of memory
and a few fragile shards
of hope.
What more do I need?
I don't know how my book
will end.
All I know is that love
is not the modern invention
of rebellious young girls.
Love is ancient.
A legend.
The truth.
The Little War?
How can there be
a little war?
Are some deaths
smaller than others,
leaving mothers
who weep
a little less?
Marriage without love is just one more twisted form of slavery.
I feel certain that words
can be as human
as people,
alive
with the breath
of compassion.
Is there any way that two people from faraway places can ever really understand each other's daydrems?
My heart drums with gratitude.
My thoughts sing
with hope.
When all else fails, trust the library.
Seventh grade. Eleven years old. A bookworm-misfit with long black braids, childish white socks, pointy pink glasses, and no courage for flirting. It's doesn't take long to learn that I'm ridiculous.
Without even trying to be a teacher,
Fredrika is teaching us,
Showing us how to see things in new ways
Instead of always thinking
The same old thoughts
That have been passed along by strangers
Day after day, year after year
Without any spirit of amazement
Or wonder,
Danger is a chain ... passed from one wounded child to the next. We must stop the danger by breaking the chain. We must learn how to stay safe and be kind.
Hatred must be a hard thing to learn.
How long will it be until the two countries I love forgive each other and move on ... I'm not even sure what there is to forgive. Something about Cuba seizing ownership of oil refineries. It's all so confusing. Why should something as ugly as oil affect friendships between nations?
I envy the trees that grow at crossroads. They are never forced to decide which way to go ...
Joy and truth both have a way
of peeking through any dark curtain.
Books become my refuge. Reading keeps me hopeful. I fall in love with small poems, the shorter the better- haiku from Japan, and tiny rhymes by Emily Dickinson.
Why can't she see that no two people
are exactly alike? Our hearts and minds
are all different.
Only our dreams share
this same desperate need
to rise
and soar...
How can people stay sane in a world that makes no sense?
Like King Midas, I am left with nothing
but this unreasonable hope
that, somehow, my strange life
and my lost family
will return
to normal.
I am alone
and my heart
is my own.
Loneliness.
Solitude.
The first is a curse,
the second a blessing.
I would rather be a hermit
than live with a stranger
who would make me feel
even more lonely
than when I am
truly
alone.
Can it be true that freedom only exists when it is a treasure, shared by all?
I sing without knowing what my song means, and whether the listening world is amazed or wounded.
Night simply drapes itself over the day
As if someone had lowered a curtain.
The sky glitters and moves,
Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.
It's a sight I plan to remember, this spontaneous unity when faced with disaster.
I have spent all my years
accepting sad truths.
- Quebrado
Opinions. Ideas. Possibilities. So many! How can I choose? Between bursts of lightning-swift energy, I enjoy peaceful moments when the whole world seems to be a flowing river of verse and all I have to do is learn how to swim.
If we knew how to find
the lost, we would know
how to rediscover
the parts of our minds
left behind
in battle.