I saw her again.Just the same, only farther away.Her skin, morning mist.Her hair, water in a drought.And those little dimples on her back —like promises that were never meant for me.Why show her to me, God?Why, if she’s as distant as the sky?But before, God, before…before she wasn’t air, or smoke,or that high cloud I …
I make a living debunking supernatural claims. Over the years I've seen it all:ghosts in haunted houses,cursed paintings,caves full of whispering voices,mythological creatures,and increasingly elaborate variations of the same deception. None of it withstands prolonged observation. But there's one thing people refuse to let go of:miracles. I've debunked thirty-seven of them.More than half seemed to …
They don't get it, no.You put your heart in their hands,like a ripe fruit,and they look at it like a stonethat's just in the way. Them, who live on leftovers—on words tossed into the air,on mechanical caresses,on hollow promises.Them, who fall asleep on the crumbsothers drop from the table,and feel full,and feel just fine. You …
I looked at myself in the mirror,but the man didn’t step aside.He stayed there, stubborn,as if the house were hisand I just a visitor.I didn’t know what to say to him.He didn’t speak either.He just held my gazewith eyes I didn’t rememberhaving seen before. You change slowly,like a path as you start walking it,without noticing …
Lake Pátzcuaro, Michoacán’s ancestral mirror, is not a mere geographic accident; it is a watery, profound doorway that opens once a year to allow reunion. Along its shores and on its islands, the celebration of the Night of the Dead (Animecha Kejtzitakua) is a pulse beating from time immemorial—a tradition that survived the Conquest, learned …
Dawn opened behind the door, and I stepped through it, shivering a little, not quite awake yet. By five I was ready. Alex, Fede, and Pablo picked me up, and the four of us set out toward Nurio, wrapped in a cold that seemed determined to climb into the truck with us. The streets we …
I never knew what envy was.I watched it pass by every eveninglike people you cross on the road:nameless, faceless, soundless.I was whole.Or so I believed.The world owed me nothing.Not a house, not a body, not a laugh.And though I walked with empty hands,I had enough for everything.Until I saw.I saw people coming together like water …
In 2023, the leaders of the musical groups SONAR Las Joyas from León, Guanajuato, and Tarhiata Jimpanhe from Cherán Atzicuirin—both ensembles made up of children and youth—organized a musical encounter in both cities. Cheranastico served as the first host of this event.León, Guanajuato, is a city defined by its industrial and economic orientation throughout its …
In this land of old stories and cherished customs, of the scent of burning wood, where time is measured in handfuls of earth and love is kneaded with patience before turning into a tortilla, my feet cling to this soil like roots to a clay pot.I did not cross the desert, nor the Río Bravo, …
Just over a year ago, my journey led me to Santa Clara for the very first time—a trip that left an indelible mark, a prelude to all that was yet to come. When word spread in Ocumicho that Santa Clara would host the event this year, my heart leapt with excitement. It wasn’t simply a …
