Determined lover of words and sacred images. Child of the floricanto generation. Proud Xicanindio raised up by poets raulrsalinas, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Juan Felipe Herrera, Cherrie Moraga, Francisco X. Alarcon among a host of others including maestro Andres Segura, maestro Trinidad Sanchez, Jr. y Ricardo Sanchez que descansen en paz. While they wore their human frailties outward and periodically faced their own demons, they were all warriors who touched me once and continue to teach me. I walk humbly and fling myself into love and disaster, desire and laughter with a thrill-seeker passion. I ache from ancestral sadness and the havoc modernity has wreaked on our lineage and our mother, nuestra madre, la tierra, matiz de todo. I move to the drum made from memory, tradition and fire.
I-10 is the longest road I know. The highway from Houston, Tejaztlan to Santa Monica, Califaztlan, I have journeyed deep and hard into deserts and mountains of the storied Southwest. From the sweatlodge in South Texas only yards from the Rio Bravo, the river commonly called the Rio Grande by those north of the border which crosses our homeland like a wound, to the forests in the Lacondon, I have sought destiny and peace. From the cobblestones of Coyoacan to the pyramids of Monte Alban, my soul ascends in the mystical smoke. Aguila, jaguar y paloma. Eagle, jaguar and dove, my heart belongs equally to all, even if my spirit nahual is Ocelotl...paz luz y fuerza...target="_blank"MYSPACE PROFILE EDITOR !!!
