Am I dying?
I am beautiful.
“I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow the letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love…”
“…Omnia vincit Amor, et nos cedamus Amori.”
1. “The Eclogues of Virgil”
Once I had a child
She was smiling like sunshine
She could see it all
Like she’d been here before
here before vashti bunyan
1. meet jellyspoons, mocha, and james
3. llama kisses
“Silk rebozos worn with the best dress – de gala, as they say.
Cotton rebozos to carry a child, or to shoo away the flies.
Devout rebozos to cover one’s head with when entering
church. Showy rebozos twisted and knotted in the hair with
flowers and silver hair ornaments. The oldest, softest rebozos
worn to bed. A rebozo as cradle, as umbrella or parasol, as
basket when going to market, or modestly covering the blue veined
breast giving suck.”
image: just one of the amazing from here
text: from Caramelo Sandra Cisneros