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If tomorrow will come

If tomorrow will come So we welcome We the youth For it is our time, yet to come The promise is rife That in our hands lie our lives So…
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Sometimes

Sometimes I catch myself, saying her name. I like its texture on my lips Sometimes tenuous But still tangible To give substance to my thoughts I say it slowly, Several…
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THE DAY OF RECKONING, or is it?

If it were an ordinary day then we would say Madero’s pulse was beating fast. But this was not an ordinary day neither was his pulse beating fast, it was…