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Words for Memorias de inmigrantes--Memories of immigrants. by Jos� Antonio Cedr�n That woman had blue eyes when she entered damaging the plaster with her load. Cardboard suitcases. Wired cages. If only one day would allow her to color her daughters lips, it would be as a flutter the simple melody that changed her accent, that scent of salt that left with the rainsv and the custom humidity of the season. The roosters did not say until when. The passing years discovered the empty oval marks on the portraits the basil cross behind the shutters and those blue eyes the woman lost from looking at the sky. The sea was far away. Her scarf hid the waves of a defeated people in her locks Return to Esa Mujer Tenia Ajas Azules Return to Gallery 11