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 our curiosity. Some say we are Tecos who moved from El Paracho over by Lake Chapala, others that Friar Francisco de Castro secured these lands for us by requesting them from …
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 why she chose to call herself Soledad, she explains that it is her middle name, but she has adopted it as an act of introspection. "Soledad (Solitude) is not bad; …
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 …
