Sandra Cisneros quotes

Sandra Cisneros quotes

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El olor de alguien tostando café, el olor a tortillas de maíz calientes junto con el pat-pat de las manos de las mujeres haciéndolas, el ardor de los chiles cuando los asan en tu garganta y en tus ojos. Algunas veces un olor en la mañana, muy fresco y limpio que te pone triste. Y un olor en la noche cuando las estrellas se abren blancas y suaves como un bolillo recién horneado.

Cada año que cruzo la frontera, es lo mismo: mi mente olvida. Pero mi cuerpo siempre recuerda.

Caramelo - Sandra Cisneros (via mario070)

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Everyone complains about marriage, but no one remembers to praise its wonderful extravagances, like sleeping next to a warm body, like sandwiching one’s feet with somebody else’s feet. To talk at night and share what has happened in a day. To put some order to one’s thoughts. How could she not help but think - happiness.

-Caramelo, El otro lado, pg. 253

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In other words, Regina was like the papaya slices she sold with lemon and a dash of chile; you could not help but want to take a little taste.

En otras palabras, Regina era como las rebanadas de papaya que ella vendía con limón y una pizca de chile; uno no podía menos que querer tomar una probadita. 

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The prestigious list of nobodies was invited. The relatives and important acquaintances of Regina’s commerce. People she wished to impress more than people who were close to Narciso. In fact, most of them hardly knew the guest of honor. But that never stopped anyone from attending a Mexican feast.

Se invito a una prestigiosa lista de don nadies. Los familiares y los conocidos importantes del comercio de Regina. Gente a la que deseada impresionar mas que gente allegada a Narciso. De hecho, la mayoría apenas conocía al invitado de honor. Pero eso nunca ha sido obstáculo para que alguien asista a un festín mexicano. 

Filed under caramelo We are not dogs No somos perros

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The angry lion growl of the corrugated curtains when the shopkeepers roll them open each morning and the lazy lion roar at night when they pull them shut.

El rugido feroz de leon de las cortinas corrugadas cuando los tenderos las desenrollan cada mañana y el rugido perezoso de leon en la noche cuando las cierran.


Filed under caramelo Mexico next right

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Perras

I can’t imagine that goofy white woman
with you. Her pink skin on your dark.
Your tongue on hers. I can’t
imagine without laughing.
Who would’ve thought.

Not her ex-boyfriend -
your good ol’ ex-favorite best buddy,
the one you swore was thicker than kin,
blood white brother, friend -
who wants to slit you open like a pig
and  I don’t blame him

Isn’t it funny.
He acting Mexican.
You acting white.

I can’t imagine this woman.
Nor your white ex-wife. Nor any
of those you’ve hugged and held,
so foreign from the country we shared.

Damn. Where’s your respect?
You could’ve used a little imagination.
Picked someone I didn’t know. Or at least,
a bitch more to my liking.

-Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman

(One of my favorite poems at the time..damn perras.
-s)

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