(Cuba News, April 2009)
90 Miles
Bridges crossing from one side another of the same heart. Off the vacuum and the madness you find that hope, that he was tired of waiting, has risen like Lazarus to remember that joy is also a place. This time no one can take you to a place other than that of your destination. Again, Cuba is once again just 90 miles from the U.S. and not so many years of abyss. I'm not talking policy or crossing a sea wall worse than the pins at the Berlin before 89. Blocks of texts that speak of the embargo. There he taught about this story knows the story better. I applaud Obama for not black nor do I have cheers for old Fidel. I'm talking about something that just now seems a possibility and a sign also of the times: the embrace allowed at the end of a grandparent with a child who is his grandson. And they knew or photos. Cross
hope in the first flight tomorrow.
will spend the day and hear a new song. Here are beautiful opening chords.
country is also the desire to return.
hope in the first flight tomorrow.
will spend the day and hear a new song. Here are beautiful opening chords.
country is also the desire to return.
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