Male Betulia: This piece is one of the most well-known of the pirekua, which is a genre from the region of Michoacan and is sung in purepecha. It is about a man who has lost his pretty woman lover. I just really liked the sound of it. :-)
I enjoy writing, so mostly I will use this site to keep track of raw tidbits of culture that are interesting to me which I will use in my writings. More about me: I live music in stages. Currently, I am in my nostalgic Violeta Parra/Marco Antonio Solis/banda phase. I love reading, words, ballet folklorico, Chicano/Latino activism, creative writing, and birria... Bliss = heaps of books and a bed.
America Ferrera as Dolores Huerta
“she saw her own opinion and voice as powerful as any man’s”
OMG I….I can’t handle this…OMG OMG
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![[FOTO] Cientos bombas lacrimógenas lanzadas por Carabineros, son recolectadas por pobladores de Aysén. Para evidenciar el uso indiscriminado de ellas en contra de la población. (vía: Denis Andrea Rain)](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzz1s5ebEG1qi579qo1_1280.jpg)
[FOTO] Cientos bombas lacrimógenas lanzadas por Carabineros, son recolectadas por pobladores de Aysén. Para evidenciar el uso indiscriminado de ellas en contra de la población. (vía: Denis Andrea Rain)
Zapatista women.
In case anyone was wondering, this is what beautiful looks like.
Yes.
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Need to find a wife?
Every year thousands of teenage Roma gypsy girls, dressed in their finest, made up to the nines and dripping in gold jewelery, are proudly shown off by their parents at the brides market in Stara Zagora, Bulgaria. They come to the traditional annual market in the hope of finding a husband – preferably one willing to pay a large amount of money for his future wife.
More on Roma Bride Market by Somewhere in the world today…
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Ahhh cochineal… haha… saw too much of that word for my Emergence of Nations course in Santiago, Chile this past quarter.
Grinding cochineal to dye wool
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Sandra Cisneros - Chicana writer of short stories and other fiction, b. Dec. 20, 1954.
“The good stories are what no one wants to talk about. So you make up a story because no one is going to tell you the truth.” — S.C.
(via fuckyeahchicanawriters)
VI.
If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
— Bahaha… so many memories this poem brings. IB English ftw.
