“ It seems to be Latin American destiny to always have the United States say 'amen. ”
Feeling the inevitable claim of the this desert, he experienced a desire to throw off his civilized costume, hurl himself upon Josephina, either succumb, or return to Guadalajara, where men could only complain of having too many buttons to button or unbutton...
~ Warren Eyster
It would not be until darkness had taken indisputable control over the land, until the flames of the bonfire created an unreal world of shadows, until tequila and mescal untied men from their somber selves.
We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our seed remains seed. Our nostrils are dusty.
Someday men will learn to irrigate and spread fertilizer instead of praying for fertility.
