The Boat

Sometimes a paper boat goes down river carried by small winds because rivers love innocence, pink clouds, and yellow mountains because it is impossible, then, to speak of debt and hunger, because the trees along the riverbank understand the tricks of life and wish that nothing made of paper, nothing vulnerable will sink on this […]

THE EARTH

When the earth cries, loosen its belt. Offer it a chair in your living room. Offer it some freshly baked bread, an ottoman to put its legs up. Give it a pillow that it may recline comfortably. It will cry about wars, lost birds, and other of the world’s troubles. Let it put its bundles […]