“We plant seeds in the ground And dreams in the sky, Hoping that, someday, the roots of one Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other. It has not happened yet.” — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“These are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air meaner. Everyone is hungry. Everyone… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“We plant seeds in the ground And dreams in the sky, Hoping that, someday, the roots of one Will meet the upstretched limbs of… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“We could not swim, but now we are swimming— We have to swim. It is not fair. It is never fair. We have no… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward, Even as we stand on uncertain ground. The earth beneath us moves, quiet and… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
