Such beauty in all I percieve. I recall a time as a young nina when mi mama would sing to me of the days when we had no art at all. Such days of sadness. The wind behind me now like a trail of flowered tears, wrapped in curlicues of misty shades of green.
As an employee of the City of San Antonio, I expect that you pay me to sing to you of the need for more money, and more houses. I sing my songs of childhood because if makes people sad and they want to give me money. Then I hire my friends that so not shave their arms to use spray paint to express themselves and how sad they were when they were ninos, crying out in hunger for the lack of art...
By Graciela's Jones
As an employee of the City of San Antonio, I expect that you pay me to sing to you of the need for more money, and more houses. I sing my songs of childhood because if makes people sad and they want to give me money. Then I hire my friends that so not shave their arms to use spray paint to express themselves and how sad they were when they were ninos, crying out in hunger for the lack of art...
By Graciela's Jones
