The barber was almost done with my haircut when I heard the beginning of a song on a tiny radio. First, a single beat of a drum along with the piano, followed by the guitar and then the vibrating organ. … Continue reading A Day in My Life
Pedro was thirteen years old, Luisa was twelve, and summer vacations had just started. No more school or homework for two months, it had always been their favorite time of the year. But that year was different. For Pedro was just lovely. But it was miserable for Luisa. When her mother took her to the clinic, she couldn’t quite understand what the doctor said, but it sounded seriously grave. Something to do with her heart, on top of that, her liver was not functioning properly. She was bedridden; she needed help to take baths and to do other things in … Continue reading Healing Sessions
El paisaje no podía ser más horrendo y devastador. La tierra se veía triste y gris y su aridez era muy profunda. Así era la tierra de mi padre en esos tiempos. Seguía siendo tierra fértil, sólo que esa fertilidad necesitaba agua, agua que venía escaseando desde que yo nací. Hacía once años que no llovía. La tristeza era visible en el rostro de mi padre y se comenzaba a parecer a su propia tierra pues ya se le notaban surcos áridos en la frente y alrededor de sus ojos. Cualquier desierto podría tener más vida. De seguro había desiertos … Continue reading Se Rentan Nubes
Miles was twelve when I met him. He was lightly autistic. It was hard to pinpoint his abnormalities. It seemed like his mind worked faster than he could express his thoughts. His left eye blinked rapidly when he struggled to express his thoughts. He was impatient and ignored people who disregarded him as a slow kid. My first impression was that he appeared to be an average kid. How wrong I was. He had been home-schooled. They said there was too much trouble at the public school, and that he had suffered at the hands of bullies for a long … Continue reading Miles Away
Graciela I was born seventeen years ago in Orosi, a tiny town in the middle of California. My parents came from Durango, a northern state in Mexico, where they were farm workers. After they moved to US, they kept working in the fields. My mom worked as hard as my dad. Sometimes, I joined them in the fields, but it wasn’t easy to keep up with them. I loved my parents more than anything in the world, but they didn’t know that my goals were much different than what they could ever have dreamed. I knew the world was too … Continue reading A Girl from Orosi
A JOURNAL I could still remember the moment I became a pacifist, an animal lover and a defender of animal rights. From that moment on, I also turned into a better person. That day, while playing in the backyard and armed with a flyswatter I squashed a butterfly with it. My big brother witnessed the act, became upset and sad, and then he gave me a lecture I would never forget. “That butterfly probably had a family; it probably had babies that needed to be fed. Everybody loves butterflies, they’re beautiful to see, and they’re tender creatures. The way they … Continue reading CUCA
A five-minute movie 1- This is the basic story for a short film entitled “The Corpse is Alive” 2- We made the film to participate in The Germ Film Project in Fresno, Ca. 3- The rules were: a) Horror film. b) Luck had to be involved. 3) Under five minutes. 4- We shot the film in two days in the middle of July. 5- Watch the 5min. movie at the end of the post. 6- This was our first attempt at making movies. 7- It has won at least eight awards from different Film Festivals. 8- Enrique Martin-Valdepeña and I … Continue reading The Corpse Is Alive
