Smoke rises slowly in each puff, the cigarette flash illuminates the darkened room, outside, cradling a chorus of crickets and silence old forest sleeps under the moonlight ... not sleep, thirty and seven grades are too many even to breathe, try to look on the bright side but can not find !!!... ... I hate the summer heat takes hold of the night and never finishes, it clouds the mind, and stars invade the tiny fireflies infinite slip out the window as the torpor does the soul wander for a moment making own the universe, the gap ceases to exist, ensconced in the balcony of the moon light looking orion ... there ... with the three Marys ... the sacred unicorn guards the gate of the temple wherein lies the magic of dreams, you may wake up at dawn ... the train of the two passes through the old forest and a wind gust of me caresses the face ... finally a break ... the breeze is smooth and vanishes among the leaves of the trees in the desert like a mirage fades away, one cigarette after another and endless hours in the darkness, smoke and stars ... thirty-seven degrees is too much ... even for
dream ~ Halcon
Leydi
For health reasons I was forced to stay away, thank you all for following here during this time
was like 6 years ago at a meeting of indigenous storytellers had the opportunity to listen. It was great telling lies and stories of their land. It was also a great poet and a tireless promoter of the Zapotec language, and drive a new generation of indigenous writers. Rest in peace Macario Matus poet, son of Zaas bini
BINI OAA
All when darkness was born the Zapotec. sprouted from old trees, as the ceiba, belly of the beasts were born, as the tiger, the lizard. Bira
Falling the great light which launched the high sun, our father large
hands intertwined with otters, mothers also nuestras. Se salvaron los zapotecas al flotar sobre el agua como tortugas grandes. Se inundaron de agua como sierpes celentéreos, cargando sus hijos en los pezones.
An ancient language are entangled in the soul and called people Zaa speaking Zapotec, sweet, mysterious, magical, still kept clean, big as mountains, strong
The language of the Zapotec is the voice of the trees, the birdsong, the sound of the sun, wind, the stars, the sea, rivers wide as the sky itself. is the language of the gods, parents and sisters beasts as the ocelot, lizard and turtles tired eyes. is the sound of seres invisibles, de las montañas, el aire, el limo de la naturaleza visible, movible.
Born from the roots of large trees, from the entrails of the beasts. La Ceiba, sapodilla, cattail, wild jasmine and lily
are foster parents. also the tiger, ocelot, lizard , coyotes, otters have been ancient grandparents. why the river has sheltered the ancient trees
and given to drink animals that conceived the Zapotec. branches of those beings vuelan al aire y el rugir de las fieras se oye en los montes de espinas erizadas.
Grandparents are Zaa old who crossed the waters and mountains Oaxaca Valley. His eyes were flames in the night, his soul was fearless since and curls were guided by the sun, his old father. Dc were fed fruit, wore the skins of wild beasts, heard the singing of sea snails.
After walking a lot and talk to the moon and the stars, the shelter in the shadow of the hills, rivers and Iagunas of Oaxaca, the land
hot to be near the sun. His brothers are the fishes. Caa
Guijazo, Gubiidxa Zoo Atalaya, seer, which looks far and father as the sun shines. You are our blood first your white dress illuminated the path of the Zapotec. light of your intelligence
guided the priests to say the word Zaa, impelled
warriors in defense of honor, territories, seas and rivers
born at your side blue, light blue. Your hands were
comets that crossed the sky at the time of birth
grandparents who threshed clouds, foam, fish, lilies, lobsters. Huijazoo, Gubiidxa Zoo, still presides
unruly soul of Zaa and you still cry moaning as compared to the great sun.
writer dies Macario Matus Note Oaxaca YouTube Literature National Institute of Fine Arts.
said the death occurred last Thursday and Matus died of cardiac arrest due to an illness he suffered.
His remains will be veiled in the House of Culture Juchitán (Oaxaca), 8 and 9 August.
Matus was born in Juchitan, Oaxaca, on January 2, 1943, was a poet, storyteller and author of essays on contemporary visual arts of Mexico and Oaxaca.
led the House of Culture of Juchitán (1979-1989). Worked in the newspaper El Día, "El Nacional", "Excelsior" and "News." Prize was the National Museum of Cultures People 1985, "My people during the Revolution."
Third place in the International Competition on the struggle of indigenous people in Latin America, INBA, 1980.
His work included Tales of a Juchiteco, City of Juchitán / Program Casas del Pueblo, 1991. With Berenice Caballero Veronica Alba
Catalina Valencia
Inti Barrios Claudia Aguirre Luz Urema
Theatre documentary about the femicide in Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua
have the presence of the group Women without Fear: Ofelia Medina, Begoña Lecumberri, Humberto Robles, among otr @ s And with the reggae group Nogna * There will be a sales table together for the FIDE (Trust for Indigenous Children 's Health of Mexico), crafts, books, postcards, coffee, etc.. www.fisanim.org.mx * will also be on sale the book "Women Sand ", whose profits will go to Our Daughters to Return Home and the Comité Cerezo Mexico.
Monday August 10 at 5pm. Multiforo Ollin Kan (before Tlalpan Film) San Fernado esq. Tlalpan Col. Juárez Centre FREE ENTRY
Subject: WALK TO EXPRESS OUTRAGE BY THE TRAGEDY IN HERMOSILLO SONORA.
THE APPOINTMENT IS 10.00 (HOURS ON THE REFORM IMSS (METRO CHAPULTEPEC) IN FRONT OF THE TOWER.
Tomorrow at 10 am, the offices of the IMSS in Mexico, will march towards Sonora's house to protest the killing of children ABC nursery.
few days ago, in the mass of each month with the family pasta de conchos, a comparison was made in both cases and how they have been handled by federal and state governments and how the perpetrators were eventually acquitted. think is sad, but this whole country is a nursery abc with the roof to collapse .... since the country are a bunch of inept driving without heart or head-to-door and concurrent elections in the middle of a just and necessary social discontent with the Mexican political class that is rotting, and just to hear the level of saying Felipe Michael Jackson died of a drug addict and because they believed in God as much of the Mexican youth! AS VAN
Address: Claudia Aguirre 