My mind soarsand whirlsin a danceof wild fearand graceful hope.

Joy and truth both have a way of peeking through any dark curtain.

I feel certain that words can be as human as people, alive with the breath of compassion.

If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our minds left behind in battle.

If only the peace I feel right nowcould be stored up and released laterwhen cruelty surrounds mein the darkduring nightmares.

That is how I think of peace and peace of mind-as timid birds that we have to search for, not bold ones that come looking for us.

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!

In Latin America in general, and Cuba in particular, poets have been the inspiration behind struggles for independence, struggles for freedom of all sorts.

Opinions. Ideas. Possibilities. So many! How can I choose? Between bursts of lightning-swift energy, I enjoy peaceful moments when the whole world seems to be a flowing river of verse and all I have to do is learn how to swim.

When Reason Breaks is infused with a rare blend of suspense and sensitivity, despair and hope. The poetic spirit of Emily Dickinson shines through the gloom of daily struggles faced by modern teens, as they discover the possibilities where they dwell.

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