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The Great Tzararacua

I drew this for Berta Hernández.

Poem by Berta Hernández

The Great Tzararacua

I have dreamed with the running waters of the great Tzararacua.

I have seen the sun reflected on the sleeping mirror of Janitzio and Patzcuaro.

I am there

Ancient land

Mysterious people

Thousand butterflies

It’s cold

It is silent

Where are you?

Smell of mangos

Tall trees

Thousand butterflies

I can see your smile

And your little feet running through the mountains

It is you

And it’s me

And it’s Camila

We are the lost children of the mountain

Who want to come back


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