For Things To Have Value In Man's

Catch Me, As If I Have Surely Been Out Committing A Violation Against You, My Sin Of Insisting On Existing Without You.

We Were Doing The Same Thing. We Will Never Have "a" Chicano English Or Spanish Because Of Regional Differences. But I Think That Because Of Our Bilingual History, We'll Always Be Speaking A Special Kind Of English And Spanish. What We Do Have To Do Is Fight For The Right To Use Those Two Languages In The Way That It Serves Us. Nuevo-mexicanos Have Done It Very Well For Hundreds Of Years, Inventing Words Where They Don't Have Them. I Think The Future Of Our Language Is Where We Claim Our Bilingualism For Its Utility.

Mexico. Melancholy, Profoundly Right And Wrong, It Embraces As It Strangulates.

We Live In A Polarized World Of Contrived Dualisms, Dichotomies And Paradoxes: Light Vs. Dark And Good Vs. Evil. We As Mexic Amerindians/mestizas Are The Dark. We Are The Evilor At Least, The Questionable.

Women Are Not Roses Women Have No Beginning Only Continual Flows. Though Rivers Flow Women Are Not Rivers. Women Are Not Roses They Are Not Oceans Or Stars. I Would Like To Tell Her This But I Think She Already Knows.