Imprisoned Freedom
The days pass and pass; it has been more than a year of promises and hopes of freedom for the immigrants in this nation. At this point they have not seen any of the promises fulfilled and hopes are vanishing. It is hard to accept that in this nation of freedom and justice for all, that freedom and justice are imprisoned by the decisions of a few politicians.
I remember a time when the presidential campaigns were offering immigration reform to obtain votes from the Latino population, but now I see that immigration reform is a subject that is not discussed. Now it is another year of elections and I don’t hear a lot in regards to immigration reform because it is apparently controversial and damaging for some political careers. Without care for the benefits that millions of inhabitants of this great nation would have, I hear talking of how to diminish the unemployment and to improve the economy. However, I do not know how is possible that a solution that would be more efficient is being ignored. Read more
Forgotten Matter
Mornings I still wake and find I must Talk myself
Back into existence.
That tuft of hair risen
Above me
A reminder of restless sleep.
There were times in my youth
That I could not wait
for morning
and lie awake
Waiting
For the promises of dawn.
These days I lie awake
Anticipating tomorrow
Agonizing today
Left with that hope
That pride
That Sense,
That Nothing,
So frequent
Imagination is hopeless
My father would say
He believes that
His life
Is the one that counted
All male
And hardened
But death and read more

