Survival
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Lost Letter: To Mami en las Montañas de Sabana Grande, 1982
The sound of the rooster appeared first. Then a pastel faded blue. A wooden house stands isolated past a long, winding five-kilometer road at the end of la carreterea, where it rained almost every day.A hand takes his instinctively in a warm, made bed. His mother’s face forms creases and is not as pale as…
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These are the Rules of the House
We don’t say sorry.May I go outside to play hideand seek?The stars are dark outside.No puedes. No aguantes.You are not allowed to ask.Once my mother said:you don’t know how to live alone.She may as well havetold me I cannot survivewithout a man.And is it so bad?May I come with you,dear brother, please.I want to learn…
Luis E. Santos 