a few things to miss.

my grandmother’s caress. her stories of tepe. endless years of love.

oma’s german nocturnal songs as she rubs my back before going to sleep. endurance beyond belief.

my grandfather’s vicente’s brush as he creates another world embedded with linseed oil. inspiration and art encarnate.

my father’s green eyes as they twinkle and disintegrate into clouds while they listen to an opera. enigmatic shield of knowledge and wisdom resounding far away beyond continents and time.

my mother’s graceful walk as she floats from room to room like the goddess that she is. unconditional embrace stretching from canada to the united kingdom, beyond mexico and into uncovered galaxies.

my sister mili’s laughter. dances in the kitchen as we clean up after some good saturday morning enchiladas. establishing another philosophical truth that has yet to reach other ears except ours. exemplary courage and bird in flight.

my sister eli’s absolute hunger for compassion. stories of healing. aphrodite. divine internal beauty that cannot be extricated from external luminosity.

tia minis words uncovering more mysticism with love. alchemist of reality.

tia olo’s big black eyes as she gazes toward the sunlight. silent poet meandering through houston freeways.

chuy’s silent gaze and unconventional gestures and everlasting curiosity. loyalty and hidden talent.

witnessing another of moni’s dances and her cacophony reverberating beyond the four walls. jovial bliss and unprecedented talent.

eric’s shrieks of novelty as he uncovers another twisted plot in harry potter. freedom of childhood imagination and freshness of honesty.

tio toto’s silence. another explosion of ideas twist the universe.

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