- Language is a place of struggle , Bell Hooks
- We shall enjoy rice as long as the moon shines at night
- a halo of dust was floating over the city like pollen
- we were presented with a myriad of tea samples on a tray. i opened bottles and bottles of blends with intriguing names like pearl of the nile. once my fickle mind was settled, the chosen blend came in a little teapot, perfectly steeped.
- you tiao just came out a vat of bubbling oil
- bowls of baby shrimp, scallions, and pickled vegetables to be stirred in a bowl of salty soy milk.
- With loving flight down my hell
- thy spring's sortilege
- the golden sepulchre for my sighs, Octavio paz
- of thy lap of roses and of lilies. a lingering splendor dallying in thine eyes.
- a polychromatic basket of apples and grapes in the ebony of an ancient cupboard
- the spreading odor of chastity
- fragile syllables
- the snake of doubt
- the noble rain water converted into flowers..
- the flame of a romantic unassuring ideal
- the miraculous stem of a flower of godlike fashioning.
- opalescent halo of sanctity;
- beneath the indigo sweep
- extracted from the foliage of lavender bushes
- to the different courses of the cosmos your gaze extends.
- in the blazing conflagration of the infinite
- you will all be pride
- the ignoble dust
- you will kiss the talon, the thorn
- and you will piously take off your sandals
- stone beneath their tread.
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