How much it hurts, this heart
With no faith nor law
Nor melody nor thought.
Only I, only I
And none of this can I say
Because feeling is like the sky-
Seen, nothing in it to see.
-Fernando Pessoa
After I was born
They locked me up inside ofme
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.
-Fernando Pessoa
In my heart I had
a passion's thorn.
One day I pulled it out,
now I cannot feel my heart.
Sharp golden thorn,
who will feel it
pierece the heart again...
II
Las night I dreamed I heard
God shout to me: Watch out!
then it was God who slept
and I who yelled: Wake up!
-El Sub
The mountain that smokes will never be lost, the origins of Mexico will never be lost, Zapata is alive in the mountians, the people, dignified and deserving, are in the mountains.
-El Sub
-An Indigenous Woman of the Mexican Southeast Mountains