Part of me

Navidad en El Paso del Norte

In our attempt to keep family traditions alive, we gather every year and share our existence with each other at least for a few hours.

Rebirth

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!-KEROUAC