“I am poetry, surrounding the dreamer, Ever present, I capture the spirit, enslave the reluctant pen, and become the breath on the… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“Although he had changed his name, his history came with him, even to his writing. The rhythm of his rain-soaked childhood became… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
Our Land is alive, Esperanza...This whole valley breathes and lives...He picked up a handful of earth and studied it. Did you know that when… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
This is what you learned in college," the narrator tells you early on. "A man desires the satisfaction of his desire; a woman desires… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“The words he had written wiggled off the page and escaped from the drawer. The letters stacked themselves, one on top of the other. Their towers reached higher and higher until they stood majestic and tall, surrounding Neftali in a city of promise. HUMANITY. SOLIDARITY. GENEROSITY. PEACE. JUSTICE. LOVE. Then a tiny, conceited word came along. Like a hungry termite,… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share
“I also had a father, who had loved for a long time without being nearby. How many others were walking around and not even… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“We have little money and Hortensia, Alfonso, and Miguel are no longer our servants. We are indebted to them for our finances and our… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“As their shoulders touched, the riverboat was no longer earthbound. With only the two of them aboard, it lifted into the sky, navigating a… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
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