This is the story of one crazy idea 5 years ago that just wouldn't go away.
This is for anyone who has ever dreamed of taking a leap of faith. This is for Papa, Mama Celina & Mama Maria.
This is for my future children.
This is for the Mish I have yet to discover but can't wait to meet.
This is to love, listen, converse, experience and explore.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Yard Sale Update
So, the first ever "Packin' Up For Puerto Rico" Yard Sale is happening THIS Sunday from 10a - 4p. Be sure to e-mail me at mishgonzalez@gmail.com for more information and please come through and support!!
Have to share this poem...because it's tremendous to see the next generation making a move....
Puerto Rican Obituary by Pedro Pietri They worked They were always on time They were never late They never spoke back when they were insulted They worked They never took days off that were not on the calendar They never went on strike without permission They worked ten days a week and were only paid for five They worked They worked They worked and they died They died broke They died owing They died never knowing what the front entrance of the first national city bank looks like
Juan Miguel Milagros Olga Manuel All died yesterday today and will die again tomorrow passing their bill collectors on to the next of kin All died waiting for the garden of eden to open up again under a new management All died dreaming about america waking them up in the middle of the night screaming: Mira Mira your name is on the winning lottery ticket for one hundred thousand dollars All died hating the grocery stores that sold them make-believe steak and bullet-proof rice and beans All died waiting dreaming and hating
....for more visit http://www.monthlyreview.org/0604pietri.htm
Have to share this poem...because it's tremendous to see the next generation making a move....
ReplyDeletePuerto Rican Obituary
by Pedro Pietri
They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted
They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission
They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five
They worked
They worked
They worked
and they died
They died broke
They died owing
They died never knowing
what the front entrance
of the first national city bank looks like
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
passing their bill collectors
on to the next of kin
All died
waiting for the garden of eden
to open up again
under a new management
All died
dreaming about america
waking them up in the middle of the night
screaming: Mira Mira
your name is on the winning lottery ticket
for one hundred thousand dollars
All died
hating the grocery stores
that sold them make-believe steak
and bullet-proof rice and beans
All died waiting dreaming and hating
....for more visit http://www.monthlyreview.org/0604pietri.htm