“Nunca hagas lo q nunca quieres q t hagan…”
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March 2012
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I can remember
when I was little, and Pops was digging around under the house, and I was trying to help or at least not get in the way, and I saw something shiny in the muck. He reached for it and handed it to me. What is it, I said. Im pretty sure it’s the soul of the previous owner, he said. Well how do we get it back to them, I asked. Pops just shrugged, and said he found things like that all the time. It’s amazing what people lose, he said.
THE BLACK POWER
AND REMEMBER…. When you go black you never come back baby…
THINKING OF U...
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
my mother’s smile when evening fell
