Alberto rios poems and quotes

One river gives Its journey to the next. We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us. We give because giving has changed us.

Short poems about giving

We give because giving could have changed us. We have been better for it, We have been wounded by it—. Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet, Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails. Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too, But we read this book, anyway, over and again:. Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand, Mine to yours, yours to mine.

Alberto ríos a house called tomorrow

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow. Together we are simple green. You gave me. What you did not have, and I gave you What I had to give—together, we made. The desert air was biting, but the spirit of the season was alive. Despite hard times, the town of Nogales, Arizona, determined They would host a grand Christmas party For the children in the area—a celebration that would defy.

Saturday mornings were science fiction— That is, on that day anything was possible. More than anything.