Jorge Drexler, Lyrics: Entrar en este verso como el viento, que mueve sin propósito la arena, como quien baila que se mueve apenas, por el mero placer del movimiento. Sin…
Love this close view from my room. Brown of my coffee mixes with the brown of my book the alquimista travels in the brown i admire his attention to his…
She sat on the bed when suddenly the birds flocked one by one after another. They filled the patio around her home. The neighbors came out of their homes to…
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Small Change The New Yorker joins a conversation we have all been having recently about the quality of the connections we are making with online social networking. He considers social…
Lights in the Hand 