Many years ago, I read a book written by an Italian writer about his experiences as an immigrant in the United States. He had immigrated with his family when he was a young child and like all immigrant families they were faced with the “problems” of being different from the locals. The little child was …
Month: August 2013
If you forget me by Pablo Neruda
If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, …