De Maiz

Everyone is igualdad! Said the man of the wise mind and the old hands as we were staring into the dry land and the mountains of the gran chichimeca. He told me, Mijo we are getting lost. We do not remember who we are and the land knows this. That’s why our mother no longer give us gifts! He held his hand high, sang a short and simple song and asserted; This is the way to find ourselves; You grab this maiz and see it as an extension of your heart.You use the coa of free will and place the grains in the hole of hope. Then, you cover the seeds with your feet well put on the earth. Forget about quimico. Take care of your happiness, and send your voice in prayer songs and tears. For these will give you strength. Here, there, wherever you make your field!

Dance, sing and smoke for the water. And this will arrive with life, and smiles of the little ones. Wait and grow wise and old with patience. You’ll see the sprouts, you’ll feel the fiery sun and the challenging wind! But the biggest lesson is this, if you are one with all, you will be true. And will grow to be, and harvest, Corn…