Juan Herrera, Notebooks of a Chile Verde Smuggler
Pg. 80

“What does he know? Knows nothing about my city of green winds and reddish skirt lust lights over market, reddish as in the fingers and rough elbows of the teen Latinas in search of a diamond, let me say it this way, in search of a kiss from the machine time-keeping unit. I stand-alone in the rubble ground of Tortilla Flats, warehouses of bound bedrooms. Fastened tongue prisons, only worker ants with an anteater noses live here in a tropical blast from inside saves us, at time saves our sexual wasp-shaped torsos from additional counts of suffering and loss and emptiness.”

I choose this quote because it is showing how he feels about being young. How the young girls are looking for some one to sweep them off their feet and take there had in marriage. That when you are young, you are curios wanting to explore all aspects of life and wanting to stay young forever. To stop time and stay in the young innocents of having fun with very little responsibility.

Pg. 89

“What is Mexico? Another fast stop for quasi-Beat U.S middle-class poets to photograph themselves on a literary burro on their way to a Managuan book fair and a backyard hut experience for 800$ so they can come back to their sanded-down desks somewhere overlooking the Bay area and write a feeble twenty-page stroke of masturbations and distortions? Believe it or not, this is what is going on. Look around.”

What he is saying is that when people from the united states, who have everything they want and a lot handed to them, come down to Mexico and try to look for the inner beauty they don’t know where to look because they haven’t had that experience before. When they come to Mexico to get inspirations on what to write about their poems but instead of fully embracing what they are experiencing they go to do what they need to and get out.