Of compasses and things that still brim you over when you think of them. I hope you enjoy this Heroic Sonnet.
Today, my dear mamá would have been celebrating her 88th birthday. And so in her honor, I'm dedicating my sonnet No.7 to her. Happy Birthday. And if it pleases you, I dedicate it to your mamá too.
No matter how humble, you can thank this circus for inspiring your dreams. May your heart always remember.
We're all unique and everything about us is extraordinary. Me: Soil, grass, coconuts, plantains; sky, sea, breeze — all soaked into me. What's your scent? I really want to know about the home that raised you.