Un mensaje a Mar de un pino con fertilidad

Mar,
como estas? We havent spoken in a long time. It makes me sad to think that as I write this I try to find an excuse that will justify not writing to you sooner.
But the truth is... school gets in the way of my education and... well... its been crushing me to see alot of things go down the way the have in my home and In my community. Pero a si es la vida no? It beautiful y venceremos!

Te quiero contar un cuentito que he estado pensando por mucho tiempo. I think you will like it much and will savor it as you read it. enjoy!

When I started at Los Angeles Valley college in the fall of 2007 I was excited because I wanted to devour all the knowledge that has been denied to me for 500 years(or five years that It took me to start school again after high school). I remember the first week of school I met Dulce Medina. I was kicking it outside of the Planetarium of our school (kinda like that one picture of James Dean wearing that fugly red jacket that only he can pull off wearing pointing his finger to the floor with one leg over the other) waiting for my Astronomy class to start. I remember that I was reading Neruda at that time. I was reading Pablo Nerudas" Veninte poemas de amor y una cansion desesperada" as I was standing there with my pompador and my skinny jeans wearing a Morrissey shirt the sky seemed sad about to cry.

Sabes, a lot of crazy random but strategically placed events have been happening in my life right now. Im happy to say that I understand one of those events now y te quiero contar...

I never understood the reason why Pablo Neruda writes so much about pine trees! Pines trees this and pine needles that, they smells good, the pines cones are brown! blah blah blah pine cones pine trees! Until a couple of days ago... I found out why he writes so much about them.
Las semillas que se esconden dentro de los arboles de pinos son tan dur@s que aveces no salen de l@s conos. Entonces cuando las semillas de un cono de un pino no se abren pues no tiran las semillas. Hence the seeds don't sprout, trees dont grow. What happens next is amazing! A marvel that the creador@ has done. Pine cones carry the seeds right, but if a pine cone doesn't go thru a fire/wildfire then the seed pods can't open. WHAT A DEAL, WHAT A DEAL!! Imaginate eso! If this seed pod doesn't go thru a wretched fire, a calamity like this, destruction, then it cant liberate its seeds.

This is why our people, all people suffer so much. We need that fire to ignite us, to let our seeds be pollenated by the fire outside and inside of us. The essence of suffrage is the right of passage that we earn to simply learn and remember... exist.

I luv Pablo Neruda slightly more than I used to when I read his stuff now. Echale ganas Mar. Por que to resist is to exist here in this forsakened system.

Thanks for listening and reading Mar. I hope I hear from you soon.

un abrazote rebelde
tu compai,
Xamuel