Music and More

Hipocrita


So when I look at this in front of the Albuquerque Museum I question the valiance and prestige that I once held for my Spanish heritage.  It is easier to sift through this proverbial bath water, before throwing out the waste.  But in continuation of what was discussed below to honor the gallant without disclosing the savage is distressing.

Immigrating Without Borders

      I immigrated from Albuquerque’s city life to a quieter Santa Fe.  Santa Fe is 50 some odd miles north of Albuquerque along the Camino ...