Autor: alvarezgalloso
The Party Of Jim Crow Never Left by M.A. Rothman
The Party of Jim Crow never left. By M.A. Rothman  There is a story modern Democrats love to tell about themselves: that they are the party of civil rights, that the racism in America somehow lives over on the other side, and that the past was washed clean by some unspecified moment of conversion. […]
FLASHBACK: MORE OF 2020’s ANTI-TRUMP LIES AND HYSTERIA
While we wait for more hard information to emerge from the fog of confusion following the latest Democrat violence, I’ll pick up where I left off last week with the idiotic and untrue attacks on President Trump by the slobbering psychopaths who hate him. We’re up to April 2020. From April 27th, 2020 – DEMOCRAT MEDIA […]
Your song | Trần Thị Linh Nhân
A poem in Vietnamese by Trần Thị Linh NhânTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm paths in the spirit of a young womantime and again through a season of lovepaths where the eyes could exchange affectionand the wilderness in a kiss paths embodying breathingcreated from light and obsessionromance in a compositionI’m singing your song paths embodying faith […]
El monstruo de las mil caras.
A veces siento que no lidiamos solo con problemas políticos o económicos, sino con algo más antiguo. Si tuviera que ponerle un nombre al monstruo que hoy devora al mundo y que acá donde vivo conocemos de sobra, sería La Hidra. No tiene garras, tiene relatos. No escupe fuego, escupe dudas. Es esa sensación de […]
Wild horses.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and she wanted a life filled with midnight flings. Never-ending song. Together, we were wild horses. Seeking the open range and the sea. […]
No Todos Los Días…
No todos los días la paz se muestra clara y fácil de reconocer. Hay mañanas grises, densas, y silenciosas. Pero incluso ahí, cuando parece que todo está cubierto, si observas con calma, siempre hay un atisbo de luz en la oscuridad. Y a veces, aferrarse a ese pequeño rayo…es más que suficiente. Rovica. No Todos […]
