Felix Alexander

Rolando pursed his lips and sighed. __ust be careful._ __hy, because her father carries a gun?_ Isaac said. __ren__ you the one who always said guns don__ shoot people?___o, it was you who said that._ Rolando corrected his son. ____e said fathers with guns and beautiful daughters shoot people. Boys in particular._ __ou worry too much, dad._ __ne day, when you are a father, you will understand.

Love is the only memory one never loses, Isaac._ His father had said. __ecause even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.___ou want to marry for love?_ The elder Valentino scoffed. __ue mierda. Marrying for love is like adding extra picante to your meal. It may seem like a good idea at the time, but your stomach will curse you for it with ulcers in the end.

Don__ fret. We all experience it. We must. For despite our humanity love is the only way we can be like gods. It is in love that we glimpse heaven during our lifetime and have proof that there__ something worth looking forward to in the end.

It is known all over the world that there are no secrets in the ghetto and as long as you keep those secrets, you may keep your life.

Stories exist to entertain and inspire us. They__e merely veils of hope for when we see the ugliness of the world.

What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.