I was born in the valley where nobody could love. Be forgotten was the only choice we had. Nobody could know your name, nobody was interested on it… You had to decide if the correct way was happiness or loneliness. I decided that my best way was being myself, enjoying life, taking risks, growing up by my own. The choice wasn’t the best, but I don’t have any regret.
Some legends cannot be told.
How can you explain a smile?
Without love, we are birds with broken wings
Is Jesus black?
There was an "alfombra del pueblo" in the square and an energizing belief in the power of the people
Poetisa mas no loca
Teaching is a process