manifestos | Georgeara
Andando por el centro y descubriendo el amarillo que pintaras tu cocina. Pero aún no lo sabÃas.
Andando por el centro y descubriendo el amarillo que pintaras tu cocina. Pero aún no lo sabÃas.
My work forced me to slow down in a time when few other things could have convinced me to do so. It reminded me of the beauty in the smallest moments of life: the way the sunlight reflected off the petals of the bougainvillea in my backyard, the lighter-colored patch of grass at a park where an elderly couple had sat down for their weekly picnic.
Reverb raving DJs / Pitchmen sealing deals / Charming you al otro lado the other side / With dollar saving steals
Visitors tell me what Laredo needs
is more, / and I ask them how much more / do they need for us to give / in order for them to finally feel
satisfied?
tonight / everyone is the love of my life: / the beautiful boys and girls and / the queens and the queers / the drunks in the parking lots / the lovers in cars with tinted windows / beggars and strays pleading for / scraps
Vamos a caminar, / a darnos una vuelta alrededor del rancho. / Es un buen ejercicio, para el cuerpo y para / el alma.
I didn’t know then that, / ultimately, my mother was all alone, despite how much people envied her / Verónica Castro eyes, despite her three children always trying to please her, / watchful for the ways we could be exactly who she wanted us to be.
The muddied streets and occasional puddles dampening our Vans. / We arrived and watched, silence curling up between us.
