poesía folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpIFFlpGP-I
Anthony Joseph - Tamarind
No one saw the full spectrum of her mind, her dreams, her education, the experiences that made her stroll like scissors cutting or the wit of her lips that could leave marks in water. Everyone says she's beautiful. And in the midday when the asphalt is summer soft and the children are playing in the streets, she lets the dark seed of her glow like Tamarind.
