And Realized That Death Was Not Only

For You Was I Born, For You Do I Have Life, For You Will I Die, For You Am I Now Dying.

Love Does Not Die, When Someone Gets Old, People Get Old, Because They Can Not Love Anymore.

...the Girl Raised Her Eyes To See Who Was Passing By The Window, And That Casual Glance Was The Beginning Of A Cataclysm Of Love That Still Had Not Ended Half A Century Later.

Caribbean Reality Resembles The Wildest Imagination.

To Oppression, Plundering And Abandonment, We Respond With Life.