Yolanda Quotes

When a man finds the woman he really loves, the one he respects and wants to call wife, there is nothing on earth he won't do for her. No mountain he won't hike. No river he won't wade. No door he won't open. She is Eve and there's not a snake crawling that can keep them apart.

Vanilla people are very quick to judge what they don’t understand.

Yolanda, nicknamed Yo in Spanish, misunderstood Joe in English, doubled and pronounced like the toy, Yoyo - or when forced to select from a rack of personalized keychains, Joey.

I know. What we went through just now was only a taste of what’s coming, especially on the ninth floor. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. We’re going to lose more friends. We’re going to have to do some pretty horrible things just to survive. So I need you to keep that mask on. But one day... One day you’ll find yourself someplace safe and without worries and without everyone watching, and it’ll just fall right off. And it will hurt. You will cry for Firas and Gwen and Yolanda and Brandon and everybody else we’ve lost along the way, and you’ll be glad you had it on the whole time.

Zelda is black and fat. Yolanda is Mexican and homely. Antonio is a cross-eyed Dominican. Duane is of mixed race and has no teeth. Lucille is albino. Elisa is mute. To Fleming, they are all the same: unfit for other work and therefore easy to trust.

It was the way he looked at me when he climbed on top of me that excited me the most. The look of pure dominance that told me that this was going to go his way and not mine made me so eager for it that I pulled him down gruffly toward me and kissed him deeply.

Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with ghosts hovering around her.

You’re still several calamities short of a country song, Jordan. If your truck breaks down or your dog dies, I’ll put in a call to Nashville for you. In the meantime, suck it up.

We're none of us, are we, just one thing? I am a policeman, but also a father, a husband for the time being, a nursemaid to a sister who I pray will survive her illness. You are a journalist, a writer, and I don't know what else besides. To look at a person from a single angle is to deform them. Even if Yolanda is guilty...she is also afraid of the dark. And I cannot forget that I put her there.

I kept seeing Yolanda on the parquet, two men pinning her to the ground, her eyes loaded with hatred and madness combing her hair. I was stormed by her image and my heart could not bear it. We know so little about people. But about the people we love, we know even less.

For now, I want you to just sit there. I’ll let you know when you have permission to touch me, permission to touch yourself, and when the time comes, permission to come,

Haven’t you guessed by now? I’m a monster. I don’t hide under your bed or in your closet. I don’t lurk in dark corners or only come out at night.

His accent was absolutely delicious and I didn’t mind talking to him for a little while.

Did Yolanda dump you a second time?” she continued. “Or were you unable to score at the bar? What’s the motherfucking stupid reason why you’re here at this hour?

It had chilled Yolanda to realize that her instincts were so blunted, that she’d been so susceptible to that charm.

Addict logic,” Yolanda said, not missing a beat. “Life viewed through resentment.

Yolanda stood with her head cocked and her dark eyes gleaming, like a crow at the fence line.

I deserved to be with a man that truly loved me, no matter how different I was. I deserved to be with a man who saw past all of my faults, no matter how many I had. But most of all, I deserved to be with a man that would submerge himself as far into my darkness as I would into his.

That was a year and a half ago. And ‘seeing’ is a big word. If you go out with someone twice you are not seeing them,” she said calmly. “Anyway, we’re talking about you and Yolanda, not me.

I always wondered what he looked like; if the devil was the beautiful fallen angel that bible camp led me to believe as a child or if he was as ugly as the intentions that swelled deep inside of him.

It’s seven AM and they are announcing it’s breakfast time. Yolanda is excited for her free meal, however there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this cell room to eat and then get shanked. I have watched, ‘Orange is the New Black’ on cable TV and quite frankly I would rather go hungry than face a mob like those seasoned jail women. Besides, I have had to pee and poop for a few hours and now I will have the opportunity to do it in some semblance of privacy. I am doing a happy, (or have to pee) dance as my new friend exits for breakfast and I pray for her safe return. She is way braver than I.

Then she spoke with Yolanda, her eldest child, with whom she'd been shopping all afternoon for an Easter dress. "Mommy, I'm not going to cry," Yoki said resolutely. "I'll see him again in heaven." But something was bothering her, something clearly nagged at her young conscience. "Should I hate the man who killed my father?" she asked. Coretta shook her head. "No, darling, your daddy wouldn't want you to do that.

Dr. King spoke of how his daughter longed to visit the amusement park on Stewart Avenue in Atlanta. Yolanda begged her parents whenever she spotted the big sign from the expressway or the commercials came on TV. Dr. King had to tell her in his low, sad rumble about the segregation system that kept colored boys and girls on the other side of the fence. Explain the misguided thinking of some whites—not all whites, but enough whites—that gave it force and meaning. He counseled his daughter to resist the lure of hatred and bitterness and assured her that “Even though you can’t go to Fun Town, I want you to know that you are as good as anybody who goes into Fun Town.

Yolanda Gampel utilizes an expanded concept of the "uncanny" to outline the results of violence: Those who experience such traumas are faced with an unbelievable and unreal reality that is incompatible with anything they knew previously. As a result, they can no longer fully believe what they see with their own eyes; they have difficulty distinguishing between the unreal reality they have survived and the fears that spring from their own imagination.

Every kid had heard of Fun Town, been there or envied someone who had. In the third cut on side A, Dr. King spoke of how his daughter longed to visit the amusement park on Stewart Avenue in Atlanta. Yolanda begged her parents whenever

Yolanda grew weary of the responsibility. Anthony wasn’t her flesh, yet he demanded the same constant supervision that even her children had begun to grow out of. He was like a child, but without the sweetness and vulnerability that enchanted her in Valerie and Amadeo.

I look up and pause as I lay eyes on the most enticingly beautiful woman I have ever seen. I swear it’s like God himself designed her. It’s like a pull of current is between us. She’s so captivating that I feel myself walk forward without realizing it, my feet moving on their own accord.

Tristán felt everything was a bit too raw to think about having sex so soon after their breakup, and he suspected Yolanda might want to get back together with him, because that had happened once before. That would be unfair to her since he was as lukewarm about their relationship as he had been

Amor. Sin duda alguna. Esa magia que fluía por sus venas sólo podía ser amor.

Whenever he was around, I always forgot to breathe-Diamond Anderson, One Man's Trash

He’s fucking nuts. I’m stuck in a house with a psychotic person and I can’t get out.

What do you ask a sexual predator that likes to kidnap women and break them down until he’s tired of them?

Solo sufre quien no está dispuesto a reconocer la necesidad de las derrotas

How can someone with the face of an angel hide the intentions of the devil so well?

I want you to use me as you see fit,

Le gustaba la maravillosa sensación que produce abrir un libro, como si se abriera una puerta ante un mundo nuevo.

everyone’s born naked and the rest was drag.

Si vos te pensás que la literatura no tiene nada que ver con la vida, pobre la literatura. Está en muy malas manos.

I think this is where it started, the day I fell in love with her. The start of a series of events that would change my life forever.

Leer es asistir a esa conversación entre los que están -aquí y ahora-, los que viven lejos o murieron y los que vivirán cuando no estemos.

This mess, it’s on me. I’m the victim and the perpetrator of this story. I wish this wasn’t the case. This mess is forcing me to deal with parts of myself I didn’t even know existed.

Dicen que alguna vez pasé hambre Y hay noches en que conmemoro a Afrodita a las mujeres de Nanjing, a las zulus, las tutsis las masacradas en Ponce, en Auschtwiz, en las ablaciones de a diario

David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine.

Still, Yolanda appreciated the fact that her meds allowed her to go among other people, who would treat her, when she was medicated, much like they would treat any other big-boned, over-weight girl with straight, mouse-brown hair, who lumbered across floors so heavily that objects rattled and the surfaces of liquid in glasses boiled. It was a relief not to be viewed as someone with special problems.

I had awoken back to Hell on Earth with the prince of darkness himself holding me so tightly against him. Almost as if he wanted to make sure that I would never go back to that dark place where he couldn’t follow.

Sometimes you realize how strong of a person you are when you can make necessary changes in your life. And have no regrets because at that moment you realize if changes need to be made it wasn't good for you in the first place.

Sometimes I think my thoughts are a waste of time. Like this one that I’m having right now. Why am I even having it? Other times I think I just let thoughts run through my head to hear myself think. Wait. I’m confusing myself. Never mind.

I want you to take your clothes off. I want you to come upstairs with me. I want to fuck you, Ms. Riley. I desperately want to feel you from the inside. I want to revel in you tightening around me,” he whispered, pressing himself against me.

Me rebelo contra la prisa que se ha apoderado de la escuela y que ha olvidado sus ancestros -scholé, en griego, es ocio-, y su tiempo destinado, justamente, a "perder tiempo" para detenerse a mirar la forma de las nubes -la forma de los sueños-. En estos tiempos en los que todas las líneas se han movido, ¿qué sentido tiene tarea de colorear sin salirse de la línea?

¿Sabe usted cuántas mujeres son víctimas de delitos sexuales en esta ciudad? Más de dos mil cada año. Y casi la mitad son menores de edad. Y probablemente un número similar no denuncia la violación, por lo que estaríamos hablando de cuatro mil violaciones al año. Es decir, cada día violan a más de diez mujeres aquí, hizo un gesto como si los estupros se estuvieran cometiendo en el pasillo. Un pasillo mal iluminado por un tubo fluorescente de color amarillo, exactamente igual que el tubo fluorescente que permanecía apagado en la oficina de Yolanda Palacio. Algunas de las violaciones, por supuesto, acaban en asesinato. Pero no quiero exagerar, la mayoría se conforma con violar y ya está, se acabó, a otra cosa. Sergio no supo qué decir. ¿Sabe usted cuántas personas trabajamos en el Departamento de Delitos Sexuales? Sólo yo.

I shared my love of books with Benny, but Aunt Yolanda opened my eyes to the world of food as art, cooking without cans. She introduced me to the magic of spices, the exotic perfume of fresh herbs crushed between fingers. Younger than my mother, she was rounded in just the right spots, from her love of good food, and when we talked she looked right at me and listened, nodding and laughing loudly when I'd tell jokes, holding my hand when we'd walk, as if we were best friends or sisters. She liked Anne and Christine, too, but I could tell I was her favorite. She took me with her on shopping trips, to the fish market near the waterfront and the farm stands out west. Sometimes she'd journey to the Asian grocers in Northeast Portland or the hippie vegetarian markets on Hawthorne to find something special. We'd come home laden with ingredients that I knew my mother had never heard of, and the resulting feasts would fill me with a yearning to go to different places, to try new things.

La luz de la esperanza comienza hoy, cuando La Elegida ha nacido a la luz del sol. Es linda, es hermosa, como una flor, pero su belleza se entorpece, al pasar por mucho dolor. Su vida crece, su vida madura, pero no sabe que es el empiece, de su gran aventura. Alta es la traición que se comete, pues la nobleza se entromete, en la que un brujo ablandará, el corazón que ella le brindará. Pero la felicidad no perdura siempre, pues otro miedo pasa por su mente, y no sólo eso, también terribles recuerdos llegan, cuando delante de ella pasa La Muerte. Un obstáculo más, un obstáculo menos, ¿qué mas da, si es la más fuerte? Pero, ¿de dónde viene la fuerza, sino de su rival? Su propia sangre la traicionará, una vez, tal vez dos, pero luego decubrirá su mortal error, pagando así su equivocación. Fuerzas más ya no le quedan, cuando descubre la triste realidad: las personas que llenaban su corazón, una vez que se van, ya no han de regresar. Y eso se lo demuestran una vez más, cuando su verdadero amor le ha de abandonar, por el hecho de que su misma sangre lo destruirá. La Elegida sufrirá mucho más que cualquier ser, pues la tristeza y el abandono la han de poseer. En tres años, ni uno más, será cuando su amante se le dará una segunda oportunidad, la que por fin terminará, la misión que en un principio se le encomendó. Pero un problema se presentará, pues su corazón no la reconocerá, así que su sangre la ayudará, a terminar lo que empezó, a seguirel camino del que una vez se fió, y a tener dos almas más en su vida ermitaña de las cuales se percató. El bien y el mal, pelean una vez más, entre la luz y la oscuridad. Pero, que quede claro, sólo alguien puede terminar la pelea encarnizada para que todo llegue a su fin. A quien la Elegida entregó su alma, será el único que destruirá al demonio que se encuentra dentro de cada pecado, de cada mal. Y una vez más trinfará, el bien sobre el mal. La Elegida reinará, como noble, con bondad, como ella es en realidad.

Ljudi vole pokusne kuniće, ljudi vole moć. Ljudi ne prezaju ni od čega što će ih činiti jačima.

I sensed that everything has a limit in space and in time, encircled by a line, sinuous or smooth, which finally doubles back upon itself ["Good Evening, Agatha," Landscapes of a New Land, Marjorie Agosin, editor].

Del fondo de la memoria emergen cantos y arrullos, muchas veces sin sentido. Poco importa lo que dicen: importa lo que suscitan. (Voz, palabra, encantamiento. Ritmo que mece y conforta). ¿Qué otra cosa, sino esa, es la experiencia poética?

Como en los juegos de la infancia, las palabras eran esa comida invisible que me servía en tacitas de mentira para saciar la sed de imaginar.

A scar is a sign of victory; where you see such a beautiful imperfection is where something tried to destroy the body and failed.

It makes me wonder; if home is truly where the heart is, where does one return to when they no longer have a heart?

I like the way fear smells, almost like bitter almonds. It reminds me of my favorite poison, though those aren’t allowed here.

The taste of milk and honey belongs solely to me,

The sweet sound of her innocence being ripped from her with the blade I shoved into her cunt was enough to make Sir’s cock rise.

No one will ever taste like you. You may finish now.

The atmosphere is dark and ominous, and there’s seemingly no escape from the monster. But the question is, who is the real monster?

it’s better to hunt with monsters than become the prey. ...Isn’t it?

Wolves don’t fare well in a house stripped bare of morality, under the rule of a villain the likes no one has ever before encountered. But, I’m no wolf, and thus have managed to stay his favorite.

He’s going to understand what it’s like to be in the house of decayed hopes and dreams and become one with the spirits of those who have passed through these doors.

I wasn’t bred for kindness; I was bred for greatness, and this is much too simple an emotion to fall prey to.

War fucks you up, Yolanda; there’s no question. There’s no glory, no swagger. You bring the dust and the heat, the blood, the smell—it all comes with you. Everything sticks to you like dirt.

Woman Alive I raise my glass to the pure water of love perpetual root of existence fire that's all I own- fire. I am blood gathered in a flawed body blended with the gravel of living my eyes are two worlds joined in an axis of fate Is there a choice but extend my arms catch the sun walk in the explosion of each moment? I live sometimes without voice sometimes without body never without fire.

What Do I Do With My Life Now? I sit alone in an empty house. No one calls and asks mom what's for dinner? I no longer reply red beans and rice. We always have the same thing my daughter would say, and I'd reply there are starving children in the world that would be happy to take your place. I no longer ask her, can you go to the store, when I need a can of tomato sauce. Or have her look at me and ask can I keep the change? Yeah, you can, but don't talk to strangers, come right back. I no longer hear, you know I won't. It turns out I can't send her to the store anymore or ask you how's school? Or have her sit next to me to watch our favorite show because I'm too damn mad at myself for having given her everything, and she rebelled, and ran away from home, found her own apartment, and won't even speak to her father when he comes to knock at her door to see how she is. I heard her wish us death. She yelled it loud just before she left.

Summer! Vacation! All the things I know leave my heart split in two half of me licking my wounds the other taking a breath.

Ember smiled brightly. “Hello! We haven’t met before. My name is Ellen. I’m an antiques dealer around these parts?” Mrs. Bailey looked surprised, but gave a polite smile. “Oh, yes?” “Yes. I’m sorry to burst in on you like this, I know it’s early. But I heard from one of the women in the historical society--Yolanda? You know her, don’t you?--that you collect antique ice picks. Best collection in the county, she said.” Mrs. Bailey smiled, looking a little confused. Ember wasn’t sure if there was a Yolanda in the historical society, but evidently Mrs. Bailey wasn’t sure, either. “Of course,” said Mrs. Bailey. “I have some very special pieces. I didn’t realize the historical society knew about them. Would you like to see them? I keep them just in here.” She pointed back behind her, into the house. “That would be lovely,” Ember said eagerly. So Mrs. Bailey let Ember inside. Ember noticed with a bashful feeling that the large picture she had knocked had been replaced on the wall, but all the glass of the frame was missing. Probably it had taken a long time to clean up all those many pieces. “My name is Anna, by the way,” Mrs. Bailey was saying. “It’s nice to meet you, Ember. I’m always so pleased to know young people such as yourself who are interested in antiques.

Maldecía el hecho de no tener zapatos hasta que conocí a un hombre que no tenía pies. Eso es lo que dice un proverbio persa. Fuera quien fuese el que la escribió, sabía de qué se trataba. Resulta muy fácil caer en la muy humana trampa de centrarnos en aquello de lo que carecemos en lugar de dar gracias por lo que tenemos” Robin S. Sharma

Nakilala ko ang isang 4th year high school na estudyante. Tatlong buwan na lang ay magtatapos na siya. Bago ang paghagupit ng Yolanda, nag-aaral siya para sa kaniyang mga pagsusulit kasama ang kaniyang kasintahan. Pangarap nilang maglakbay nang magkasama pagkatapos ng kolehiyo. Ito ang magiging kanilang unang pagkakataon. Kailangan lang nilang maghintay ng ilang buwan. Ang hindi niya inaasahan, sa tindi ng paghagupit ng bagyo ay kinailangan niyang pumili sa pagitan ng pagliligtas sa kaniyang kasintahan at sa kaniyang isang taong gulang na pamangkin. Sa loob ng maraming buwan, pinagmamasdan niya ang mismong lugar kung saan natagpuan niya ang kaniyang kasintahang may isang pirasong yero na nakatusok sa tiyan nito. Para akong nakahinga ng maluwag nang ang isa sa mga unang proyektong sinimulan namin sa ilalim ng pamumuno ni DPWH Secretary Mark Villar ay ang Leyte Tide Embankment, ang magsisilbing unang linya ng depensa para sa mga residente ng Tacloban, Palo, at Tanauan sa Leyte kung sakaling tumamang muli ang bagyo sa rehiyon.” - Night Owl: Edisyong Filipino (p. 226, Proyektong Build, Build, Build Silangang Visayas)

2. In one of our visits, I met a fourth-year high school student, who was three months shy from graduation. Before Yolanda hit, he was studying for his exams with his girlfriend. It was supposed to be the last Christmas they would be dependent on their allowances. They dreamed of traveling together after college. It was going to be their first time. They never had money to spare before. But in three months, they thought, everything would be all right. They only had to wait a few more months. After all, they had already waited for four years. What he didn’t expect was the fact that the storm [Typhoon Haiyan] would be so strong he would have to choose between saving his girlfriend and her one-year-old niece. For months, he would stare longingly at the sea, at the exact same spot he found his girlfriend, with a piece of galvanized iron that was used for roofing pierced through her stomach. It was a relief that one of the first projects we started under DPWH Secretary Mark Villar was the Leyte Tide Embankment, a storm surge protection structure that would serve as the first line of defense for residents of Tacloban, Palo, and Tanauan in Leyte should another typhoon hit the region.” - Anna Mae Yu Lamentillo , Night Owl: A Nationbuilder’s Manual 2nd Edition (p. 226, Build, Build, Build Projects Eastern Visayas)

In one of our visits, I met a fourth-year high school student, who was three months shy from graduation. Before Yolanda hit, he was studying for his exams with his girlfriend. It was supposed to be the last Christmas they would be dependent on their allowances. They dreamed of traveling together after college. It was going to be their first time. They never had money to spare before. But in three months, they thought, everything would be all right. They only had to wait a few more months. After all, they had already waited for four years. What he didn’t expect was the fact that the storm [Typhoon Haiyan] would be so strong he would have to choose between saving his girlfriend and her one-year-old niece. For months, he would stare longingly at the sea, at the exact same spot he found his girlfriend, with a piece of galvanized iron that was used for roofing pierced through her stomach. It was a relief that one of the first projects we started under DPWH Secretary Mark Villar was the Leyte Tide Embankment, a storm surge protection structure that would serve as the first line of defense for residents of Tacloban, Palo, and Tanauan in Leyte should another typhoon hit the region.” - Anna Mae Yu Lamentillo , Night Owl: A Nationbuilder’s Manual 2nd Edition (p. 226, Build, Build, Build Projects Eastern Visayas)

Several years after Typhoon Yolanda struck the Philippines, international development organizations remained to help in the recovery and rehabilitation process. In my mind, it was difficult to talk about sustainable development when students had to risk their lives just to go to school, when farmers and fishers had to take whatever the middlemen were willing to give because transportation of their produce proved too difficult. A number of municipalities could only be accessed through boats. Whenever it rained, families would have to make a decision whether to risk their lives or lose their income. It was at this point that I realized that if we were to achieve real and inclusive economic growth, then a good infrastructure network was necessary. I would have never thought that in a matter of years I would join the Build, Build, Build team.” - Anna Mae Yu Lamentillo , Night Owl: A Nationbuilder’s Manual 2nd Edition (p. 10, Why do I support Build, Build, Build? )

Makalipas ang ilang taon matapos nanalasa ang Bagyong Yolanda sa Pilipinas, patuloy pa rin ang pagtulong ng mga international development organizations sa rehabilitasyon. Sa isip ko, mahirap pag-usapan ang tungkol sa sustainable development kung ang mga mag-aaral ay kailangan ipagsapalaran ang kanilang buhay makapunta lang sa paaralan; kung ang mga magsasaka at mangingisda ay napipilitang kunin kung anuman ang inaalok na presyo ng ahente dahil ang paghahatid ng kanilang ani at huli ay napakahirap. Ang ilang mga bayan ay napupuntahan lamang gamit ang mga bangka. Kapag umuulan, kailangang mamili ng mga pamilya kung ipagsasapalaran ang kanilang buhay o mawala ang kanilang kita. Sa puntong iyon ko napagtanto na kung nais natin makamit ang inclusive growth, kinakailangan ang isang mahusay na infrastructure network. Hindi ko akalain na matapos lang ang ilang taon ay sasali ako sa Build, Build, Build ni Pangulong Rodrigo Duterte.” - Night Owl: Edisyong Filipino (p. 10, Bakit ko Sinusuportahan ang Build, Build, Build?)

Yolanda was always very possessive,” observed Albert Dávila of KEDA-AM radio in San Antonio, one of the stations that Yolanda kept in touch with on behalf of the fan club for updates on Selena’s live gigs and record releases. “She’d keep you away. Selena was possessed by her. One of our employees went to [Yolanda’s] house to pick up some materials and freaked out because one room had an altar, candles, everything. It was a Selena shrine.

Ms. Suarez.” “I think at this point you can call me Yolanda.” “Yolanda, we’re practically the same age. How do you have all of this wisdom?” “I’ve been married twice and have four kids. My parents have been married for fifty years. My husband’s parents have been divorced and remarried so many times neither of us can keep count. If there’s one thing I understand, it’s love and how damn messy it can be.

Two weeks later, when the ring was ready, Yolanda returned in the Cadillac. Her passenger, Selena, waited in the car while her assistant finished business inside. Again Yolanda paid the bill, this time with an American Express card with her name embossed above SELENA’S DESIGN HOUSE. “She sort of made that a point, not to let Selena know how much it cost and how it was paid for,” Randolph said.

Selena told Celia Solís that she was going to fire Yolanda as soon as she got some missing financial records from her.

I’d like to talk it over with Yolanda Suarez. She’s been a caseworker a long time and she’ll have some ideas. Right now, I’m thinking some kind of combination of ongoing department training and tag teaming mental health calls with social workers. Other departments in bigger cities have rolled out programs like that

I’d over-analyzed the informal meeting to the point where I was convinced I’d barely survived an interrogation and that Yolanda Suarez hated me.

Nadamos en un cuerpo inmenso, en gran proporción hecho de agua, y antes de hilar una palabra, la conversación es un diálogo de latidos de corazón a corazón, de cuerpo a cuerpo. Así, entre el rumor de una lengua engarzada en la cadencia de una voz, llegamos a esta tierra impredecible como náufragos, expulsados de ese cuerpo que fue el mar y fue también el arca. Quizás nos pasamos la vida intentando recuperar ese compás que nos dio la bienvenida a un mundo organizado en ritmos: La concordancia de una lengua y su armazón esencial, que es la gramática, tienen ancestros en esa necesidad de acompasar dos corazones.

Me quedo pensando en tanto que me faltó preguntarle, y entonces insisto, y vuelvo a pedirle a mi madre que me hable de esos días sin clase y del aire crispado y de las monjas pegadas del radio y de aquel país ardiendo, que es también mi país en llamas. Me dice que ya no se acuerda, y vuelvo a acordarme del cuento: "Quiero que me cuente cada día, para que no lo sople el tiempo. Tal vez para escribirlo: dejarlo agarrado con tinta a un papel para siempre".

Dan had been listening to Martha Little Calf’s summary with a growing sense of excitement, right up until she mentioned the dental records. “Wait,” he said. “Did Yolanda have all her teeth?

because she knew that bad dreams sometimes came true.

It's really quite simple, but when you allow emotions to take the lead, the obvious becomes a twisted yarn of confusion

These walls had a way of manipulating their surroundings and thoughts, making impossible things appear real. It had a way of making dreams and nightmares feel as real as being awake.

caseworker Yolanda Suarez eyeing us from the foot of the steps.

wondered how he ever lived without Yolanda Ortega and immediately knew the answer...  he had lived much messier and much lonelier.

Jugué a ser mayor y en el juego me perdí.

popped a handful of pills, washing them down with a bottle of water. It was Yolanda. The officers and BH team were standing not twenty feet away from her and didn’t recognize her. They were laughing and joking. “I need to get there, now. This isn’t a joke.

Thinking of unicorns and rainbows isn’t going to make this nightmare go away, but it’s a start. Putting

Say not the days are evil. Who’s to blame? And fold the hands and say, oh, shame! Stand up! Speak out, and bravely, in God’s name, be strong!

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It was a look of vacuous constipation.

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