Respira

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  • New York City Through My Senses.

    Like every cheesy movie, one would think it’d be cool in New York City during late late summer. You’d imagine couples in sweaters and oversized scarfs practically engulfing their faces early September. You’d sense the coffee in the air almost tasting it in the corners of Manhattan. You’d picture red, yellow, orange, and purple leaves…

  • A job for free?

    What job would you do for free? Well, jobs aren’t done for free. Not in the world we live in. Maybe in another? My response is that I would take care of as many of the elderly as I can. We live in a world that is not patient or kind to the vulnerable population.…

  • She dreams of paradise….

    I spoke of melancholy in my last post, but I never really fully expressed my thoughts. Do you ever wake up in the morning, immediately smell the dew droplets on your window, and sense the forthcoming rain? Have you ever taken a walk somewhere and had a flashback from the 8th grade after catching a…

  • Melancholy?

    I do not wish to say much about my brother Juan’s love story. Just that he only loved one person in his lifetime. And even though she did not love him like he did, his feelings were enough. His feelings were enough and valid and I am glad that he felt love and was able…

  • Roots

     I was born mid-autumn in a sleepy old Southern town in Mexico. My mom says I was a very quiet child. I never really cried unless my inner love of food came out. Mom said I spent days as a child just constantly looking at the stars. “Que ves mija?” (What are you looking at?)…

  • Memories

    I still remember that stomach-dropping sensation after the doctor told us my brother was probably not going to make it through the night. I was in shock and in disbelief, because “that was not my brother.” That was not him. All I heard next were the shouts and cries of my sister. My mom kept…

  • To everyone I’ve yet to meet,

    I met someone on an online writers blog at the beginning of November. It was the briefest and shortest encounter, but it was beautiful while it lasted. I do hope that by some slim chance they read this. Our short online chance meeting reminded me of every person I have ever met. Of how much…

  • Anywhere?

    If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Ireland. The scenery is beautiful and rainy. I love the rain, it’s nostalgic.

  • Time & Space Part 2

    Juan and I had a very cliche sibling relationship. When I would fall, he would soothe me with gentle words and pick me right back up. “It’s going to be okay Diana” he would say. He always said that for some reason. If the car broke down. It will be okay. If I lost something…

  • Time & Space Part 1

    Our old house used to have a huge backyard and all the way to the back edge of our fence we could see miles and miles of haystacks stacked next to each other. My brother Juan used to jump over that fence and play in the haystacks till dawn. Once, I decided to brave up…

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