Chapter I | Silence
In the silent hours of dawn—when I was already preparing to face another day of routine—it seems almost unreal to recall that, at the tender...
The Fire, Xakuarhu, and I
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...
Beneath the Shadow of Kurhikuaeri Kuinchekua
Not long ago, in Santa Clara del Cobre, the New Fire was kindled—a symbolic spark said to revive ancient rituals, rekindle collective memory, and forge...
Some Notes on Paracho I
Some time ago, I realized I know nothing about Paracho. We all know the myths about its origin, but none of those stories truly satisfy...
What Is ‘El Perdón’? Purépecha Weddings
Purépecha weddings are ceremonies rich in symbolism and tradition, reflecting the deep cultural heritage of the indigenous communities of Michoacán. These rituals, which can last...
The Guitar Sings in Soledad
The Weight of a Name Soledad Ulloa arrived in Morelia five years ago, bringing with her a guitar and a wealth of stories. When asked...
Petrichor
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...
I don’t know, I love you
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...
In her eyes
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:...