Status Updates From Soñar como sueñan los árbol...

Rich people always want to have everything read, their cups of tea, even the hairs on their soap, am I right?

May the wheel of fortune spin the world as it sometimes does, bringing us to our best destiny even when we're standing still.

Maybe because love contains a large measure of fear. Fear and love are not separate things; on the contrary, theyre like two fires. One doubles the other. And if love contains a large measure of fear, what should we do with that redoubled fire?

Gloria . . . with four sons asleep at home, one kidnapped daughter, and a husband who tended to snore, leaned against the doorway of the kitchen with an untouched glass of water in her hand to the sound of cars passing along . . . like roosters announcing the dawn and wondered who the hell had called her home four days in a row at five in the evening only to breathe into the receiver on the other end of the line.