Andrea says that the air here is thick and perhaps this is the spell of this place. for the first time in my life I have proof that there really is something magical about breathing in this land ... so far I was, perhaps drawn from my navel left here by the suggestions ...
intensity deep fills and empties at the same time fills the senses awaken, they find the reason for their existence, clear your mind of useless thoughts, binds to the concrete, the spontaneity of things lived day by day, as they come, no expectations, with genuine hope.
shoveling mud out of his house full to the brim with brown water, a man tells me jokingly to be careful not to get when I enter the floor: I am surprised, to mention but a laugh is too much for me to laugh out loud like he does.
in any case, the paranoia in a moment erase ..
remains the concern. that is impossible to send away for these contradictions are everywhere
a smile in despair
the rain with the sun
rules in the chaos
luxury in poverty
uncertainty
calm tranquility with the precariousness
warm in the cold
markets smells and colors are so numerous and so strong that gets in your nose and eyes to leave them stunned:
spices herbs woven leather creep into the mind and veins transport them together forever blood.
The smell of thousands of Guatemala is pervasive odors
intense woody
spicy hot humid
burning
bulky
forever will be part of that nostalgia every so slight that it suddenly returns to an unbalanced a bit 'the things, gently caress the magnetic attraction of this part of the world.
forest sounds fill the air and confuse the soul: birds, cicadas monkeys ... the Temple 2 at Tikal and close my eyes for a moment to listen to the rest of nature around me, around me I enter and I enter into her, she shakes it together all the noise deafening. leaves and who knows what else moves in there in an impenetrable tangle of branches and trees and shrubs, vines, trees, animals ...
step in the footsteps of the ancient Maya, climb up on top of their majestic temples and it seems impossible that there are more who have lived and walked, studied, prayed, made love and made war between the stones that speak of culture and writing, glories and miseries.
today is forest, but yesterday they were living under this sun, these stars, following the rolling motion of the planets and the Milky Way over their head.
is said to be much more cruel to us, certainly were more focused in their essence in their beliefs, their hopes and their truth.
have left a legacy far wiser than we are leaving us.
these stones that speak of markets and trade, battles and ceremonies, books engraved in time and memory words are passed down from the witness walk, where you can climb up and you can touch, of their size ...
not lost.
words remained and even the ancient rites that have the power to unite in a single breath man, nature, history and future, that run for thousands of years this time round that ends and begins again, and there goes there to trample us to evolve to be even better men.
despite the violence of a severed head on the ground of the juego de pelota
today despite the lynchings in the public squares of offenders deemed by the Community Justice
beyond me how Western society can think of believing in a higher civilization this in the past and present.
to war over oil and money
beat and kill young people in prison while we boast of having a democratic and equitable society in its territory
have a school of torture
shoot on sight for immigrants working for us in the tomato fields
interest only interest
fire on anti-war bombing civilians
planning and implementation of genocide ...
and bog down the possibilities of human expression technology
not care as much as possible of the next planting
dishes in the jungle
invent plastics, Commerce and then go around to preach on eco.
bullshit.
nothing to do with something approaching the wisdom of the Maya.
at least they made them human sacrifices because they believed in something ...
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