Love is a four letter word. Lust is a four letter word. Four eyes for us to see four hands for us to touch. I’ve said it many times before–how crazy the weather is here. Spring is sticking its head in, the sun is out and I’ll lay on the grass today so I can [...]
Archive for the ‘en español’ Category
Green / tanto como verde
Posted in Lovers, en español, love, lust on February 28, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Cheap Thrills / Mantequilla
Posted in Dance, Salsa, en español on January 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Taking a piss when no one is in the house and not flushing. Putting my cell on vibrate and calling myself repeatedly from my home phone. Stealing pencils from the side pockets of my unknowing peers on campus. Farting in a crowded elevator where I’m the only woman. Giving my mock-speech of when I win the [...]
ganas de ti…
Posted in Lovers, en español, lust on December 12, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
This path is not an easy one. So, is it wrong to have your mind already made up about something you are experiencing spontaneously? Is that question an oxymoron? He is from the middle, central. I am from the middle too. I know where it is on a map, but I don’t know where he comes from. Too, one [...]
Los Derechos de Extranjeros en los / THE RIGHT OF FOREIGN NATIONALS IN THE US
Posted in Immigration, Inmigracion (USA), Inmigración, activist, en español on September 26, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Los Derechos de Extranjeros en los
Estados Unidos
By Charles H. Kuck
Managing Partner, Kuck Casablanca, LLC
ckuck@immigration.net
www.immigration.com
Toda persona, incluyendo extranjeros, tienen ciertos derechos básicos que deben ser respetados por agentes de inmigración (ICE). Estas leyes vienen de la constitución y de las leyes de los Estados Unidos. Como extranjero, no ciudadano de Estados Unidos, tú tienes los [...]
las impresiónes
Posted in Lovers, Panama, en español, longing, lust on September 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Cuando lo veo, regreso a su cuarto adonde la pasión se canta. Se canta de los manos y el calor. Todo el dia yo pienso en el y no se, no se porque, ya no se nada. Y el minuto que no lo pienso—BAM! Lo veo. “Se que to no quieres pero a ti [...]
