This year has been a strange year, profoundly strange, one of those that seem heavier than all the others combined.For weeks we lived under a still sky, as if the sun, cruel and watchful, had decided to fix its gaze upon us to observe our despair. An infernal heat took hold of the days, suffocating, …
I love that which I cannot comprehend,and thou art, to me, a divine enigma.Do not fear to ask how much,for the "how much" is but a cage without keys,a bottomless abyss, endless in its call.Love hath no weight, no form,it is like the horizon:always present, yet always beyond.If only I could tell thee how I …
One must invent a word, true and grand,that captures what the eyes contain within,for though the gaze may seem to merely stand,it does much more: it wakes the soul from sin.In them, the world itself does pour and spill,love and hate, loneliness and fire's flame,a mirror true of all humanity,a beacon in the fog, or …
I don’t know if I should call it absence,when in every corner of this houseyou leave your shadow hanging.The air fills with your steps,even though I don’t hear them;and the walls whisper your name,without me asking them to.You’re not far.There’s no distance between the memoryand the weight of your laugh,which stays here,as if it had …
Do you think of me the way I think of you? No, of course not.I’m certain you don’t.Your mind roams paths I’ll never know,wandering through the hills,chasing the shimmer of the horizon,where my eyes can’t even dream to reach.Your …
I saw the ocean, deep blue and weightless, rising toward the shore.I watched that immense wave break upon the rocks, its fury spilling …
From the navel, sacred knot of life,a thread ascends to dance with the sun,woven in gold, in shadow, free of strife,a mantle embracing the heart as one.A subtle feather, spreading in its flight,like a flower spilling colors on the field,so too the rebozo, in its woven might,holds love in every thread it dares to yield.Oh, …
The dream took all that still remained,the tangled hours beneath my side,while hunger, wild and unrestrained,devoured itself, then sought to hide.The weary sun spoke to the sky,a thread of light, so faint, so frayed,and I, with dreams that bled me dry,could not find rest, nor strength to stay.Yet none of this could dim my view:I …
The celebration of Kurhikuaeri K’uinchekua, also known as the New Fire or the Purépecha New Year, is one of the most important and meaningful traditions for the Purépecha people. This event, held every February 1st, is more than just a change of calendar: it is a moment of spiritual, cultural, and communal renewal.On February 1, …
