Mannual Iris Ars poetica Stubborn, the yellow leaf does not let go of the branch. I watch her battle against wind and rain, against gravity. For days, I've been watching her quiet effort, her tiny tragedy. Her persistence does not deserve oblivion. That is why I put her here, in this verse from which she will not fall.
I am from here To Pat Brennan and his students One is from the places that he has arrived, from the language in which he can’t dream and one day it happens and he wakes up wondering which one is now his house when there is always a heart elsewhere. One comes from the streets that never are the same when he returns.
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