
Here's the first stanza of "Little Sister Born in This Land" by Elías Miguel Muñoz, the poem featured on the page listed above:

slowly and lovingly
through my fingers
I cannot hold you
and explain a thousand things
Each time you smile
and show me your shoes with buckles
or tell me a story
of space flights
(How you would love to be a princess
in those absurd and bloody wars)
Each time you intrigue me
with your riddles
with your words
that will always be foreign
to our experience
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http://diglloyd.com/diglloyd/2008-07-blog.html
Which ethnic reading class was that, Amanda?
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