“We were three women who walked different paths in life and yet all three of us washed up on the same shore. Destiny is such a motherfucker. God must be a real son of a bitch.” — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
“You laugh as you sing about dying, you drug yourself up, but you can still see clearly, and you die as you break into… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
“Perhaps my story will allow someone to see their reflection in its muddy waters on some evening when they are lost and looking for shelter in the city at night. I can’t guarantee that the reflection will be of much help, or that these papers will offer even a fragile roof over their head. But here between these papers is… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share
“The boy toy smiled and, right there in the half-open garage, planted a kiss on his lover’s lips as if he wanted to trap… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
“Lord of the seven winds, what a smile! He could pull down the walls of a city with that smile. And I, like that… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
“There are many ways to rule, many things required to be un hombre or to be una mujere, for each person can decide for… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
“We were three women who walked different paths in life and yet all three of us washed up on the same shore. Destiny is… — Mayra Santos-Febres Copy Share Image
