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  • 1.There isnt a night that doesnt sing. byJessica Flores There isnt a night that doesnt sing. At this verymoment there is no chaos on this street, but I cannotspeak for the next. Lovers are dancing, spirits areawakening, and there are children smiling in their sleep....And I cried. Not because I was sad, not because I washappy, but because I can simply feel. I feel. & to notdwell on a feeling - thats bliss. I thought I had left mypassion in the abandoned corners of my home town- the definition to my perfection. I will not be selfish and search constant happiness.El Grullo, Jalisco, MX, 2006For constant, pure happiness will cause that state tobecome my normal & will no longer deliver its purpose.One cannot exist without its opposite. Tomorrow morning the child wont remember theirdream and the lovers will wake up to thoughts ofwhat it is to not be a child, but that spirit will continuehaunting them all. & I will revel in my existence of thefeelings I carry and the places I have been. For thosewho chose to join me and leave me, the places Ive leftand arrived to, have created my balance.

2. Raul Flores, Bolinas, CAMuir Beach, CA The stories they told that influenced mine. Back when we got along & walked whatever the distance.Robert Stover, 2008It was the way wed sit on dustyfloors for hours, listening tobands we knew were no good.The manner in which welied to escape towardsthe hills. El Grullo, Jalisco, MX 3. The countless times I invisioned what I wanted to make out of myself, for myself, within myself. Ayuquila, Jalisco, MX, 2006All the reasons that influenced us to shuffle our feet around and run with wide open arms Ajutla, Jalisco, MX 2006 to reach our embrace.... And I will leave. But the birds will stay singing: and my garden will stay, with its green tree, with its water well. Many afternoons the skies will be blue and placid, and the bells in the belfry will chime, as they are chim- ing this very afternoon. The people who loved me will pass away, and the town will burst anew every year. But my spirit willl always wander nostalgic in the same recondite corner of my flowery garden. -Juan Ramon Jimenez Ajutla,Jalisco, MX 2006