leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior …
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior …
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With …
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of …
From out the Frozen North he comes,Areek of fetid sugarplums;He bears a sharpened blood-cord caneAnd drags behind an emerald chain. …
Oh the Whos are who-whoing, they do that a lot. How I wish I could silence them with a garrote. They …
Though headlines clamor, voices blare and bitter arguments abound in every fearful sector where the chaos of the world is …