The Words of a Newcomer / Ernesto Morales Licea
In this moment as I write, sleeping very close to me is my niece Elizabeth. I must be aware of her angelic dream: she is only nine days old. The magical aura of helplessness surrounding her cradle, her woman-in-miniature expression, inspires a protective tenderness that is, I believe, universal. But I can’t stop thinking of … Continue reading “The Words of a Newcomer / Ernesto Morales Licea”