The communist sector commander is a fierce aficionado of Western designs. We wade ashore with cartons of iPhones Marlboros, Air Jordans, Calvin Kleins. Breathtaking days along camouflaged trails on confiscated bullocks; the fabled guerrilla headquarters ringed with barbed wire and lilacs. The cadre of the sector command, boys and girls with pink complexions, surround the foreign satisfactions asking ingenuous questions. In this stanza the sector commander's daughter Esperanza is flatly denied an Eiffel Tower paperweight and a 12-pack Pepsi Lite. The fighters in designer jeans salute the red flag gaily flapping, singing,
The Sector Commander's Daughter
The Sector Commander's Daughter
The Sector Commander's Daughter
The communist sector commander is a fierce aficionado of Western designs. We wade ashore with cartons of iPhones Marlboros, Air Jordans, Calvin Kleins. Breathtaking days along camouflaged trails on confiscated bullocks; the fabled guerrilla headquarters ringed with barbed wire and lilacs. The cadre of the sector command, boys and girls with pink complexions, surround the foreign satisfactions asking ingenuous questions. In this stanza the sector commander's daughter Esperanza is flatly denied an Eiffel Tower paperweight and a 12-pack Pepsi Lite. The fighters in designer jeans salute the red flag gaily flapping, singing,