lunes, 24 de noviembre de 2008

Laughter of the Eagles

Thick chunks of turquoise covered their bodies. A wail like wind was their song. It drifted across desert plains.

If we wait too long we all become laughter of the eagles.

Nobody wants to be reminded of the future,

or listen to the echo of eagles picking at yak flesh.

Fear intrudes.

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Juliana Jiménez was born in Santa Fe de Bogotá, Colombia. She lived there for 13 years before moving to the U.S., on the 10 am flight on June 20th, 2000. Now she is a Journalism (and Frustrated English) Major and Chinese Minor; a Junior, and anxious about it. She speaks Spanish 89% of her time, English 9% and Chinese 2%. Spanish at home, on the phone, in between classes, in writing, in love. English for Academia and renewing car insurance. Chinese only for text-messages with her Colombian-American-Chinese-Swiss older sister and with her Colombian-American-French-Chinese boyfriend. She lived in Beijing, China for a total of 11 months before she was back-stabbed by the Chinese government.

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