Corazón Migrante

Dedicated to all immigrants who have left their country in search for a better tomorrow. “My mother endured hours huddled under a ditch with a helicopter hovering as her hands tightly gripped her rosary, praying for her children to withstand the pressure of the white man hunting for them as the sounds of terrorizing barks approached their nest of hope. Hope was harvested by my mother's silent pleads to God and La Virgen Maria -cultivated by her strength and ability to envision the great, watered with her melancholic tears,and birthed an impeccable faith under that dark night. We were all alright. We arrived to this place of dreams, Los Angeles California, The dreamland that quickly transformed into a nightmare…”