She trIed to break me Down...
Break my Will...
Break my Heart..
.But all She Broke were the Ties that kept us from Drifting Apart-
A Hundred Million Ties that took us Years to Devise...
In the Blink of an Eye, Untethered by Lies-
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She trIed to break me Down...
Break my Will...
Break my Heart..
.But all She Broke were the Ties that kept us from Drifting Apart-
A Hundred Million Ties that took us Years to Devise...
In the Blink of an Eye, Untethered by Lies-
Artisto- 2016
I Garden to be Healed and Soothed, and to Loose Myself in the Flesh of Mother Earth who Births Beautiful Miracles from the Seeds Offered upon Her- My Soul, Craves this Seasonal Ritual, this Annual Pilgrimage of the Cycle of Life... I too was Born upon her Flesh, from a seed, to Grow, Bloom and then someday Die-
That my Life brings Beauty to Someone’s Garden, is my Greatest Hope- and the Seeds I Scatter, Grow Healthier, Happier and more Fruitful, Than I-
Tru That!
Davi Kopenawa, Shaman and leader of the Brazilian Yanomami.
About sums it up Nicely-
We speak “Spanglish... a language created from the old colonial Spanish of our bisabuelos before the United States Stole this land from Mexico, and of the English that would dominate every aspect of our survival in a segregated America that wanted us anywhere else except north of their now southern border. Spanish was viewed as an inferior language by the Anglo Americans because it was spoken by the multitudes of brown skinned survivors of the Native American holocaust whose cultures were destroyed by 500 years of Spanish colonialism, even though it was originally a white European language equal to English everywhere else except in the New World. The Spanish speaking “Mexicans” were a visual reminder that the original native cultures and languages may have been destroyed, but the sangre indigena still lived on predominately in the blood and soul of our Raza linda.
Xicanizma at its Best!
Maybe Spanglish should be considered un idioma, que no?
Your Modern Day Chicano (via yourmoderndaychicano)
We became Christians at the point of a Sword- and Slavery Followed- Throw off the Shackles of 500 years of Colonialsm-
#raza #xicano #chicano #native #indigena #artisto
A devotional image of Xipe Totec, the Flayed Lord. He is the Teotl of the springtime, maize, goldsmiths, vegetation and agriculture. He wears a flayed human skin as a costume; in the sacred narrative, his people, the Mexica, were starving during a drought. As lord of the spring and corn, kernels of corn grew from his skin. Feeling great sorrow for his suffering people, he peeled his own skin from his body and gave it to his people, that they might eat. He therefor appears wearing the skin he flayed from his own body. He dances on the head of the Teotl of the Earth, from whose hair grows maize, amaranth, squash, chiles, and all the things given to men to eat. In his hands he holds a knife to remind us of his sacrifice, a smoking red mirror with which he looks into our hearts, and his “mist-rain rattle,” which is the sound of the first gentle drops of rain falling on the leaves, which announces the advent of Spring and the re-birth of the corn. To either side stand a man and a woman, heads bowed and hands together in prayer, in worship before the divine mystery of Xipe Totec.
Una imagen devocional de Xipe Totec, el Señor Descarnado. Es el Teotl de la primavera, el maíz, los orfebres, la vegetación y la agricultura. Lleva una piel humana desollada como atuendo; En la narración sagrada, su pueblo, los mexicas, estaban muriendo de hambre durante una sequía. Como señor de la primavera y el maíz, los gránulos de maíz crecieron de su piel. Sintiendo gran dolor por su pueblo sufriente, se quitó su propia piel de su cuerpo y se la dio a su pueblo, para que comieran. Por lo tanto, aparece con la piel que desolló de su propio cuerpo. Baila sobre la cabeza del Teotl de la Tierra, de cuyo cabello crecen maíz, amaranto, calabaza, chiles y todas las cosas que se dan a los hombres para comer. En sus manos sostiene un cuchillo para recordarnos su sacrificio, un espejo rojo humeante con el que mira en nuestros corazones, y su “sonaja de lluvia de niebla”, que es el sonido de las primeras gotas de lluvia cayendo sobre las hojas , que anuncia el advenimiento de la primavera y el renacimiento del maíz. A cada lado están un hombre y una mujer, con las cabezas inclinadas y las manos juntas en oración, en adoración ante el misterio divino de Xipe Totec.
Lamentations 5:2
“Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.”
Habakkuk 2:12
“Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a city by iniquity!”
#love #amor #poem #love poem
It's so hard to explain all the things that i'm feeling Face to face i just seem to go dry But i love you so much that the sound Of your voice can make me high Thanks for taking me On a one way trip to the sun Thanks for turning me into a someone So i sing you to sleep after the loving And i brush back the hair from your eyes And the love on your face is so real That it makes me want to cry
Engelbert Humperdinck 1976
A new day begins- Grace and strength is her image- and tho shes suffered oh so much... she still has the golden touch.. just cant keep this woman down, she will always be around... she knows how to make things right... sweet brown goddess of the light- Mi Linda Xicana...Nueva Xicana... What a Lady- Mi Linda Xicana... Nueva Xicana!!
Almost as Cool as a Cool Air-O ;-)
Puerto Rico Gov. Ricardo Rosselló responded Tuesday to President Trump's latest attacks on the island by telling the president that "we are not your adversaries, we are your citizens."