I Have Lived In The Monster And

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.

Many Houses Were Still Full Of Light When, At The Close Of March 22, The People Of The Círculo Returned To Their Homes, Which Were Gladdened With A Fleeting Gladness By An Hour Of Justice - For There Are Still Many Slaves, Black And White, In Puerto Rico!

Oh, What Company Good Poets Are!

If I Survive, I Will Spend My Whole Life At The Oven Door Seeing That No One Is Denied Bread And, So As To Give A Lesson Of Charity, Especially Those Who Did Not Bring Flour.

To Busy Oneself With What Is Futile When One Can Do Something Useful, To Attend To What Is Simple When One Has The Mettle To Attempt What Is Difficult, Is To Strip Talent Of Its Dignity.