rosalinda flores rosevoc Quotes

My heart is not my heart anymore; stretched tight to the sky, I cry to the dead - and like a child, I blubber 'Lord! ' -for hope. /rosevoc From the poem 'My Heart is Not My Heart Anymore'

There is a thin line between fiction and truth because when you write, your work becomes your world and others will never understand that and you can't explain how, why and when that happens. /on writing. rosevoc From the poem, 'The Adverbs'

Nothing is perfect, only a clean heart.

Nothing is perfect, only a clean heart.

And whatever becomes of innocence is a grip between the thighs of mountains in my grandmother's home of virgin islands nature has become our free hands our brave hands and the big-boned giant.

You are my very dear Your absolute kindness locks me It bares my heart in the splendor of a saint.

Cheer and kindness lift our stride Dear Holy Spirit be our guide.