Mariana had hair like black silk.
She would shake her hair like an impatient horse
and set it flowing.
When she smiled,
white radiant teeth filled her face
and all were inspired to laugh with her.
She was surrounded by kids
as she walked down the hallway.
They wanted contact with her.
They wanted her to make them laugh and to listen to their problems.
I remember Gisela and Mariana in my office.
As they embraced,
there was such love, that light surrounded them.
Mariana struggled in her own complex world.
I never knew all the details,
but I respected her desire to make sense out of a senseless world.
God bless and be with her.
Agradecemos a Catherine habernos
enviado estos bellos recuerdos. Cathie era una consejera en el colegio
In a world where anything can happen,
where peace reigns over the chaos of war.
In a world where the broad spectrum
is narrowed by the minds of our leaders.
In a world where there can be no true peace,
where love comes and goes every day.
Yet every night when we close our eyes,
we go to a place of peace and harmony,
It's the world of our dreams.
Dreams keep our hopes, ambitions, and memories alive.
It's said that when we're asleep, we're in a different world.
A world where anything you want to happen, happens.
A world where you can dance for hours,
beneath the shimmering moonlight.
Or have a picnic on a deserted island.
In this world,
Our memories live and breath.
In this world,
is where I'll be.
All I ask is that you don't forget me.
El colegio le dedicó
una página en el Anuario a Mariana. No sabemos quién es
el autor de este poema, pero estamos muy agradecidos con todos los estudiantes
y profesores que participaron en la construcción de esa página.
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