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To The Colombian Woman I Don’t Know

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she’s old
and rotting quickly,
each wrinkle on
her silvery black face
tells tales of years
stacked upon years,
tears piled on tears
joy and pain
toil and bitter rain Read the rest of this entry

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This is for the Feelers

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This is for the feelers
The stealers
The drug dealers
The muthafuckin dope feigners
The healers
The freakers
Runnin round naked like a streaker Read the rest of this entry

“My Verse” recognized by Full Sail University

This article discusses “My Verse,” which is featured at the 2015 Florida Film Festival. Read article here: FullSailBlog

Poverty in Dominican Republic – Short Documentary

I produced this short documentary as charity work to help my aunt Maria Santos continue her missionary work, bringing much needed school supplies to the poorest of the poor in Dominican Republic. Please help us reach our goal and donate to this worthy cause. Feel free to share this. If you want to make a donation, please visit my gofundme campaign here > http://www.gofundme.com/helpmariasantos

Thank you.

Portraits of Colombia

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Portraits of Colombia, a set on Flickr.

I took these photos while on vacation in Medellin, Colombia in December 2013. This collection shows the diversity of the common Colombian. While on vacation, I encountered so many warm and welcoming people of different shades. I chose to make the photos all black and white to remove color barriers, because while I was there, I didn’t sense any color differences. This series represents the unity I felt while walking the streets of Medellin. These are the beautiful people.

Home – A short documentary film

While on a recent vacation to Medellin, Colombia, a friend of mine posted a link to a fundraising site on his facebook page. Since I was already in the city and had my Canon 60D with me, I quickly contacted Max Solorzano through facebook and met up with him to shoot this short spontaneous documentary. I figured that I could contribute my services to help this noble cause. It was both heart-wrenching and heart-warming to meet some of the kids and the people there, who selflessly give of their time and energy for these children in such need. It was a true honor to have shot, directed and produced this short film. Read the rest of this entry

I Wish I Were a Deadbeat Dad

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Sometimes I wish I were a deadbeat dad. I’d be accountable only for me and my wants and needs. Sometimes I wish I were more selfish and kept my money in a savings account or just spent it on things I want, like trendy clothes and sneakers or after-work happy hours or expensive dinners or bottles at all night parties on weekends. I would sleep late on Sundays and never get up to cook breakfast, cause I don’t like bacon and eggs anyway. I wish I didn’t have to rush home after work to mundane, routine, often frustrated evenings, checking homework and disciplining a third grader who’s constantly in trouble at school. I would pay child support only when I wanted to or could, cause that wouldn’t be my priority. I wish I didn’t have that extra expense for health coverage. Instead, I would use that money to travel the way I used to. I wish I’d have some sense of spontaneity, so when a friend calls me to hang out, I could say “I’ll be right over” and simple gatherings or even dating wouldn’t become long-planned affairs at the mercy of a baby sitter’s availability. Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have a little body dependent on me for his very survival. Life would be much easier.

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Judgements & Misconceptions (2000)

*Originally written on a Hyatt Regency letterhead, this poem was turned into a spoken word house music track and released on Fluential Records (UK) in 2002, with music produced by Wilson and Steven Mestre. 

 

It was about 6:15 in the morning
I’m drunk and I’m high
and I’m in Chicago
now, I had just stumbled out
of some club, somewhere
I can’t even remember,
and um I walked to the corner
to hail a cab and
after five empty cabs just passed me by
one finally stopped Read the rest of this entry 

My Verse – a short experimental documentary

My Verse – a visual spoken word

today I write my verse
not because I want to
but because I have to
I write my verse to
give voice to the voiceless
to give sound to the silence around
to make light out of dark
to bring peace out of war
and squeeze water from oil and blood Read the rest of this entry 
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