Meniscus - This Mortal Coil

Ivy And Neet - This Mortal Coil

Live - T.B.D.

Martina Portocarrero - Flor de Retama

ESTA cancion si importa!
THIS song matters!

JAIME GUARDIA Uturuscuchay (Huayno Ayacucho)

Turquoise Dream - Louie Gonnie

Watch Me Through the Night Joanne Shenandoah

Circle of the Sun

Outkast - Prototype

Sin Miedo - Laura Lopez Castro & Don Philippe feat. Nahid

Suzanne Vega Live 1986

La Maza - Silvio Rodriguez

Uma Canção - Lô Borges

Heaven - Simply Red

Edson Velandia y Sofía Viola feat juancho Valencia - Amor Sideral

Gozo Poderoso - Aterciopelados

Qoylluriti

Magic doesn’t mean we’ll never make a mistake, be wrong, it’s knowing that whatever happens along the way, we’ll know, trusting our inner vision, we’ll navigate the surest path out of all and any situation. We can do this.

Walking towards the Light.

 

Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau, Mileniwm 2019

Calling the Spirit of the Rain and the Sky - Santiago Andrade

Memories Of Lee Morgan - Pharoah Sanders

semillas, quedaran

edge of darkness: seeds

Friend, It Is I Who Is Coming (Translation) - Jerome Kills Small

la claridad de nuestro proposito - Brené Brown

“Vulnerability is not weakness, and the uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure we face every day are not optional. Our only choice is a question of engagement. Our willingness to own and engage with our vulnerability determines the depth of our courage and the clarity of our purpose; the level to which we protect ourselves from being vulnerable is a measure of our fear and disconnection.” ~ 

Brené Brown

Vulnerabilidad no es debilidad, y la incertidumbre, riesgo y divulgación emocional que enfrentamos cada día no son opcionales. Lo único que podemos escoger es cuanto nos exponemos. Nuestra disposición a reconocer y experimentar nuestra vulnerabilidad determina la profundidad de nuestra valentía y la claridad de nuestro propósito; el esmero de protegernos y no mostrar nuestra vulnerabilidad es una medida de nuestro miedo y desconexión”

 

Swirling Smoke - Louie Gonnie, Cheevers Toppah, Nitanis 'Kit' Largo, Anthony Wakeman and Alex E. Smith

Babylon Too Rough - Gregory Isaacs

Alexi Murdoch - Breathe

Horace Andy - Feverish

Kacey Musgraves - Slow Burn

kuntur wachana

Kuntur Wachana 

Ay Ay Ay Ay (Angle-Lala) - Nora Dean

Sheila Chandra - Ever So Lonely/Eyes/Ocean

Lucrecia Dalt - No tiempo

The Peacocks - Round Midnight OST

U2 - The Unforgettable Fire

Hymn - African Head Charge

Story of New Ancestors

Mercedes Sosa - A Mi Hermano Miguel

Dun Dornaigil Broch

November 1990, 21 years young

 Drove up to Edinburgh, then onto John O'Groats via the western coast of Scotland. Beaches with pink sand, long stretches of coast, of road, with no sign of human life for hours upon hours.

On the 6th I was on a particularly solitary stretch, late in the evening, exhausted. Looking for a place to pitch my tent, I spotted what seemed like a single small turret on an outcrop close to the road. Parked close by, felt the history of the place, the spirits in the wind. The broch had been filled with earth, so I was able to climb the side and stand on top.

As it seemed that nobody would mind, spent the night on the broch. Dreamin'

a frog, to Rumi

 To a frog that's never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he's giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. "I can't explain where I live, but someday I'll take you there."

Hugh Masekela - Ooo, Baby, Baby

Pearl Jam - Given to Fly

Illapu - Juana Azurduy

Juana Azurduy sol del alto Peru
No hay otro Capitán más valiente que tu
Oigo tu voz más allá de Jujuy
Y tu galope audaz doña Juana Azurduy

Me enamora la Patria en agraz
Desvelado recorro tu faz
El español no pasará
Con mujeres tendrá que pelear

Juana Azurduy sol del alto Peru
No hay otro Capitán más valiente que tu
Truena el cañón prestáme tu fusil
Que la Revolución viene oliendo a jazmín

Tierra en armas que se hace mujer
Amazona de la libertad
Quiero formar en tu escuadrón
El clarín de tu voz atacar
Truena el cañón prestáme tu fusil
Que la Revolución viene oliendo a jazmín

Clannad - Theme from Harry's Game

Healing Song 2 - Verdell Primeaux, Robert Attson and Johnny Mike

murmurul graurilor

Cinnamon Soulettes - I'll Show You How

Ketzalkowatl Kwikatl

San Junipero - Waves Crashing on Distant Shores of Time

uuufffffff

Nick Cave - (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World

David Gray - January Rain

Kounandi Rokia Traore

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Heart on sleeve

Palhaço - Egberto Gismonti

Arooj Aftab & Petros Klampanis | "Suroor"

Ye Jo Halka Halka Saroor Hai - Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan & Party

The Smoky Smirr o Rain

Thee Sacred Souls "Love Is The Way"

Hifi Sean & David McAlmont - Beautiful

Kate Bush - The Morning Fog

Sandstone Dreams Louie Gonnie

thais

me voy con Ometeotl

Trio Da Kali & Kronos Quartet - Tita

Yacatsol Xicana Prayer

Yacatsol · A Xicana´s prayer: Four Peyote Medicine Songs to the Four Directions

Elif Shafak reads from The 40 Rules of Love

"you have to see me with the eyes of Majnun"

For Calling the Spirit Back From Wandering the Earth in its Human Feet - Joy Harjo

Kutimunaykipaq Consuelo Jerí - Marino Martínez - Homenaje a Mama Angelica

nunca mas

Beth Orton - Forever Young

crease

GET FREE, OR DIE TRYIN! Mumia

http://archive.prisonradio.org/audio/mumia/2005maj/NOV05/11-18-05polp.mp3

Statement in support of International Day of Solidarity

This International Day of Solidarity with Political Prisoners shows us that while repression is national, resistance can be global.
In truth, it must be so. Many of us have been part of national liberation movements, revolutionary political parties, anti-racist communes, or, in the case of people like the Cuban 5, anti-terrorism activists. We have been tried in tribunals where our politics have been our crime, and our political associations our felonies. This, in nations which claim to support the right of free association.
But the truth of the matter is that nations are not bound by law, but by power. It doesn’t matter what is written in arcane, ancient documents. It doesn’t matter, truthfully, what treaties or pacts have been sworn to, or signed.
Treaties and constitutions are sheer conveniences, ignored more often than followed.
This is my position based on my studies of history, law, and political (and also international) affairs.
Political prisoners and prisoners of war should accept that truth, perhaps use it in political organizing, but not rely upon it. That’s because many imprisoned activists and revolutionaries refer to international law principles when they protest either their incarceration or their conditions of confinement.
What can such an argument mean in an era when the (U.S.) Attorney General refers to the Geneva Conventions as “quaint.”
Law isn’t something that simply exists, up in the air, like the moon. Law is an instrument of the ruling class, and it can only be impacted by social forces which struggle to change, or transform social relations.
What that means, in a nutshell, is relatively simple: organize. Organize. Organize.
Many of us began our activism in an age when we claimed to “believe in the people.” We should therefore, as much as possible, believe in them anew. Speak to them. Write to them. Work with them.
Organize.
There are no shortcuts, especially for those who rebel in the heart of the Empire.
We live in an age of secret prisons, what a British jurist called recently, “legal black holes.”
We have therefore seen, with our eyes, the death (if not the interment!) of America’s “reverence” and adherence to the Constitution.
Those of us who remember the COINTELPRO era have lived long enough to see many of those same illegalities and violations made into law! Many of us who count our radicalization in the fires of the Vietnam War, have been around long enough to see another imperial adventure, begun in lies, and ripened into social resistance to the Iraq war.
Many of us can speak to those realities, from our specific movement experiences. There is space for us to write, to call, to speak, and hopefully, to touch others in the process of reaching and radicalizing them, as we were radicalized.
We must pass it on! So that another generation doesn’t know more about a 50 Cent, than Huey P. Newton!
So that young people will create a culture that doesn’t say, “Get Rich or Die Tryin’” but “Get Free or Die Tryin”!.”
That is our collective challenge. If we can do this, we will give arms, and legs; hearts, and minds; bodies and souls to the Movement to create true international solidarity with political prisoners, prisoners of war, and political detainees.
This is our duty.
This is our Responsibility.
This is our work, to remake the world, in a more life-affirming, humanistic vision.

Ona Move! Long Live John Africa! From Death Row, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal.

Declaración de apoyo en el día internacional de solidaridad - Mumia Abu-Jamal

Este día internacional de la solidaridad con prisioneros políticos nos demuestra que mientras la represión es nacional, la resistencia puede ser global. En realidad, así tendría que ser. Muchos de nosotros hemos sido parte de movimientos de liberación nacional, partidos políticos revolucionarios, comunas anti-racistas, o, en el caso de los "Cuban 5" wiki (cinco cubanos presos en eeuu), activistas anti-terroristas. Hemos sido procesados en tribunales en los cuales nuestra política ha sido nuestro crimen, y nuestros asociados políticos nuestro delito. Esto en países que declaran apoyar el derecho de asociación libre. Pero la verdad es que las naciones no tienen obligación legal alguna, sino trabajan en función del poder. No importa lo que este escrito en documentos arcanos o antiguos. No importa, en realidad, que tratados o pactos han sido promulgados, o acordados. Tratados y constituciones son pura conveniencia, pasados de alto sin fidelidad a principio o razón. Esta es mi posición basada en mis estudios de historia, leyes, y asuntos políticos e internacionales. Prisioneros políticos y prisioneros de guerra tienen que aceptar esa realidad, hasta quizás usarla en organizarse políticamente, pero no contar con ella. Esa es la razón que activistas encarcelados y revolucionarios invocan principios de ley internacional cuando protestan su encarcelación o las condiciones de su encierro.
Que resultado puede tener esa invocación en una era cuando el Procurador General (de eeuu) se refiere a los Convenios de Ginebra cicr como "curiosos". La justicia legal no es algo que simplemente existe, en el aire, como la luna. La justicia es un instrumento de la clase gobernadora, y solo puede ser impactada por fuerzas sociales que se esfuercen en cambiar, o TRANSFORMAR LAS RELACIONES SOCIALES.

Lo que eso significa, en breve, es relativamente simple:
organizarnos, organizarnos, organizarnos.
Muchos de nosotros empezamos nuestro activismo en una era en que declaramos . Deberíamos por lo tanto, en todo lo posible, creer en el pueblo nuevamente. Hablarles. Escribirles. Trabajar con ellos.

Organizarnos.

No hay atajos, especialmente para aquellos que se rebelan en el corazón del Imperio. Vivimos una era de cárceles secretas, lo que recientemente un jurista británico llamo "vacíos legales" wiki. Por lo tanto hemos observado, con ojos propios, la muerte (hasta quizás el entierro!) de la reverencia y fidelidad a la constitución de nuestro país (eeuu).
Aquellos de nosotros que recuerdan la era de COINTELPRO wiki(Programa de Contra-Inteligencia de la FBI) hemos vivido lo suficiente para ver las mismas ilegalidades y vulneraciones convertidas en ley! Muchos de nosotros que fundimos nuestra radicalización en las calderas de la guerra de Vietnam, hemos vivido lo suficiente para ver otra aventura imperialista, engendrada en mentiras, y convertida a resistencia social a la guerra en Irak.
Muchos de nosotros podemos responder a esas realidades, desde experiencia personal en nuestros movimientos. Hay espacio para que nosotros escribamos, llamemos, y ojala, toquemos a otros en el proceso de alcanzar y radicalizarlos del mismo modo que nosotros fuimos radicalizados.
Es nuestro deber pasar la antorcha! Para que no haya otra generación que sepa más acerca de 50 Cent que de Huey P.Newton HUEY!
Para que los jóvenes creen una cultura que no diga "Vuélvete rico, o muere en el intento" sino "Libérate, o muere en el intento!"
Este es nuestro reto colectivo. Si lo logramos, daremos brazos, y piernas; corazones, y mentes; cuerpos y almas al Movimiento dedicado a la verdadera solidaridad internacional con prisioneros políticos, prisioneros de guerra, y presos políticos.
Esto es nuestro deber.
Esta es nuestra Responsabilidad.
Esto es nuestro trabajo, rehacer el mundo, con una visión más optimista y humanista.

Ona Move! Que viva John Africa! Desde el corredor de la muerte, este es Mumia Abu-Jamal.

Canto al Agua

Mujeres de Luna · Canto al Agua

Big Country Girl With Grey Eyes

"Alexandra" will never sound the same
Not a Roman game just a feeling
And I will know the time I heard that name
Will never be the same only better

some of us wear masks

25/4/20

Toni Childs "Where's the Ocean"

Pearl Jam - Release

Kamasi Washington - Truth

Tim Buckley - Hallucinations / Troubadour

Dreamer

Body and Soul

Que dulzura

a soft voice singing with him as he sang

Aspiracional

En estos dias he estado escuchando esta cancion vez tras vez, en repeat, a veces llorando de alegria y gratitud por todo. Es como si pudiera hacer una pelicula de una vida, esta que de alguna manera protagonicé, y todo lo que paso, esta pasando, va al ritmo y enlazado con la historia que cuenta esta musica.



Una vida, o un incidente.



Solo esta cancion, sobre todo empezando en m6s8

'Round Midnight

'Round Midnight Ronnie Earl

burnin' up

Arkestra One - Hot Sand

MAD PROFESSOR - KUNTA KINTE

ZEZE Wema

ENENTAI JINTIN (CAMINO DEL CORAZÓN) - CESAR BERMEO

Yuminsajme Urpillay Sonqollay Caminito

Kuribôta Waldemar Bastos

literally

Walk Donso'matrix

Oscar Zeta Acosta // La Révuelta de las cucarachas

Ulali Mahk Jchi Heartbeat Drum Song

JACK KEROUAC with Steve Allen 1959

There is

There’s an immense relief in the knowledge, or faith, that there is a Creator. And in that she wants you, me, us, everyone to be well, and happy. Unconditionally. To feel that love, mutual and boundless, like a giant hand cradling our individual and collective soul, is to feel all burdens and misgivings dissipate just as her Light banishes darkness and shadows.

Sheila Chandra - Speaking in Tongues II

On Your Own

pining

Preparing for a ceremony

Arrived early with Yaci and Aurelio

In the woods, a pine forest
North, must be?

Suddenly people start arriving, familiar, old faces and new

Vamos, hasta la victoria
De la Luz

Weyu Lárigi Weyu

Join me for a swim tonight

Ganga Dev - Cheb I Sabbah

Lou Donaldson - One Cylinder

Donato Dozzy & Anna Caragnano ­- Parola

badly burned

Caboclo Arthur Verocai

Julio Benavente Diaz - Charango et chants du Cuzco 1988

so much depends on the weather

and I feel it

Don't Talk

For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave

"Can't you see where memories are kept bright?

Tripping on the water like a laughing girl.

Time in her eyes is spawning past life,

One with the ocean and the woman unfurled,

Holding all the love that waits for you here.

Catch us now for I am your future.

A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.

Come over here to where When lingers,

Waiting in this empty world,

Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools.

For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave,

And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.

We are of the going water and the gone.

We are of water in the holy land of water

And all that's to come runs in

With the thrust on the strand."

JAB - Directions

Swans Way - Soul Train

Brenda Ray - Another Dream

sure to come

Mari Kalkun - Mõtsavele mäng

the stand

Ultimately, ours is a struggle of ideas, of how people wish to live as opposed to the exigencies of market forces, a struggle to build a social environment in which basic human rights and freedoms are protected, a struggle to make judicious and respectful use of the earth’s resources, which is the birthright and natural inheritance of all life on our planet. Unfortunately, a select group of people who have organized for centuries and are well established in governmental bodies have presumptuously claimed through tradition, by so-called “right of inheritance,” organized state violence and so on, to privately own what Mother Nature avails to us all. Therefore, and to the end of days, to all the good and unselfish people past and present who have taken a stand against this long train of social injustice, tyranny, usurpation, and oppression,
I salute and stand with you.

Herman Bell

Lili - Aunque Yo

s'funny how things go

 

instinct, too

 

Visceral

Eviscerate

It was all a dream

Except for this

The look on your face

 

We were on our first overnight ride out of town, back in the days before airbnb, west to Nature's Nest, a farmhouse with lodging in Montrose. We laughed, we lived the splendour of mutual affection, passionate and blissed.

Matamba

alone, startle

As i was falling asleep lasnight my right hand touched my left, on my chest.
Startled me out of my slumber, what's that touching my hand under the blankets?

been far too long

Here's a toast to you, it's been too long
We'll drink until the night is gone
Where did you go?

What have you seen? 

And over there, there's an air taste differently? 

Where did you go? 

Where did you go? 

I don't know 

Where did you go? 

Where did you go? 

I don't know. I don't know 

But I know you're watching over me, 

You help us through the good and through the pain we breathe 

One day we'll wake up from this crazy dream, and we'll meet again after my lights dim out, 

And I'll be wondering 

Where will we go? 

Where will we go? 

I don't know 

Where will we go? 

Where will we go? 

I don't know. I don't know 

Where will we go? 

Where will we go? 

I don't know 

Where will we go? 

Where will we go? 

I don't know. I don't know

really feel the other person

You'll know where to go

Sarah

for the ones who have a notion deep inside that it ain't no sin to glad you're alive

Johnny come lately

Shades of Blue ESKA

Courtesy of Gilles

a new world order?

or is it one of "their" tricks

GOD IS IN THE RAIN

hasta

Marta

O mar

quien diria?

quien diria?

que una vez, de noche fría, bailarías esta canción conmigo 

en los adoquines y sillar de San Lazaro

Babinga

displacement

Dear heart,

Have gradually shifted from teaching English to being my mum's carer. As her health, energy and mental function wane, the kind of support and care she needs is continually evolving, transforming. The one constant - her concern for me, she's a worrier first, warrior mum second:)




My HCL leukaemia is well in remission!

Have continued to get annual check-ups, but foregoing the routine abdominal ultrasound. It's been a tough year with my mum, plus dealing with a new inguinal hernia (having had 2 previous surgical repairs) and a seemingly permanent neck spasm/numb arm. But all the heaviness just melted away a few weeks ago. Finally went in for an ultrasound as I also wanted to confirm the hernia. My previous one (in 2013) had shown my spleen within normal limits, but a bit large. Imagining the worst, that it was probably larger, turns out it's actually a bit smaller now. I know there's a lot more to this leukaemia lark than Hgb (18.6 last month) and spleen size, but still... worthy of celebration, i'd say. With a margin for human error i'll settle for a spleen the same size as 6.5 years ago, YAY!




Things may be shifting with our living situation, location too. I (still) yearn to be in a village where everyone speaks Quechua, my mum yearns for Wales. Seven years of clashing dreams.






So hard to watch, and experience collaterally, faculties eroding. The inevitability of it, and the understandable angst and frustration. Like watching someone fall over a precipice, into the void, in suuuuper slow motion. Without ever really planning it, having gone through cancer and chemo, and thus becoming familiar with the void, feel i should be better at supporting my mother. At understanding her terror and helplessness, at knowing what she needs, but between intention and effective action there remains a gap. A world full of gaps.






As ancestors accumulate wisdom, weaving tapestries generation through generation, of lessons learned, lessons forgotten. Patterns that can be faintly discerned at close proximity, but our eyes, our vision limited by a narrow view. To slide forward and back through time and space, on an axis, outside of our physical plane. Isn’t that what being here and now really means?






But I digress:)






As i sense my mamachay’s life force waning, can almost see it being displaced by immeasurable fears, takes so much energy to bring her back into the light, and ultimately futile.

a wheel within a wheel

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Now give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you.

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you.

Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you.

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway back to you

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my sould
I dream a highway back to you.

Anam Cara John O’Donohue

En un universo vasto que a veces parece siniestro e indiferente a nosotros, 

necesitamos la presencia y el abrigo del amor para transfigurar nuestra 

soledad. Esta soledad cósmica es la raíz de nuestra soledad interior. 

Nuestra vida, todo lo que hacemos, pensamos y sentimos está rodeado 

por la Nada. De ahí que sea tan fácil atemorizarnos. El Maestro Eckhart 

dice que la vida humana se encuentra bajo la sombra de la Nada, sub 

umbra nihili. Sin embargo, el amor es la hermana del alma, su lenguaje 

más profundo y su presencia. En el amor, a través de su calor y creativi-

dad, el alma nos protege de la desolación de la Nada. No podemos llenar 

nuestro vacío con objetos, posesiones o personas. Debemos avanzar más 

profundamente en ese vacío para encontrar debajo de la Nada la llama del 

amor que nos aguarda para darnos calor. 

Nadie puede herirte tan profundamente como tu ser amado. Cuando 

admites al Otro en tu vida, abres tus defensas. Aun después de años de 

convivencia, tu afecto y confianza pueden sufrir una decepción. La vida es 

peligrosamente imprevisible. La gente cambia, a veces de manera drástica y 

repentina. El resentimiento y el rencor desplazan el arraigo y el afecto. 

Toda amistad atraviesa en algún momento el valle negro de la 

desesperación. Esto pone a prueba tu afecto en todos sus aspectos. Pierdes 

la atracción y la magia. El sentimiento mutuo se vuelve sombrío, la presen-

cia hiere. Si eres capaz de atravesar este tiempo, tu amor puede emerger 

purificado, despojado de la falsedad y las carencias. Te llevará a otro 

terreno donde el afecto puede volver a crecer. A veces una amistad se echa a 

perder y las partes apuntan a sus centros de negativismo recíproco. 

Cuando se unen en el punto de carencia, es como si parieran un espectro 

dispuesto a devorar el último retazo de afecto entre los dos. Ambos son 

despojados de su esencia. Se vuelven impotentes, recíprocamente 

obsesionados. Entonces son necesarios la oración profunda, mucha atención 

y cuidados para reorientar las almas. El amor puede herirnos 

profundamente. Debemos tener mucho cuidado. El filo de la Nada corta 

hasta el hueso. Otros quieren amar, entregarse, pero les falta energía. 

Llevan en sus corazones los cadáveres de antiguas relaciones, son adictos a 

las heridas como confirmación de su identidad. Cuando una amistad se 

reconoce como un don, permanecerá abierta a su propio terreno de 

bendición. 

Cuando amas, abres tu vida a un Otro. Caen todas tus barreras. Tus 

distancias protectoras se derrumban. Esa persona recibe permiso absoluto 

para penetrar en el templo más profundo de tu espíritu. Tu presencia y tu 

vida pueden volverse terreno suyo. Se necesita mucho coraje para permitir 

semejante acercamiento. Puesto que el cuerpo habita en el alma, cuando 

permites semejante proximidad, dejas que el otro se vuelva parte de ti. En 

la afinidad sagrada del amor verdadero, dos almas se vuelven gemelas. El 

cascarón exterior y el contorno de la identidad se vuelven porosos. Se 

runden mutuamente.

Returning

It's a huge relief to not have to endure the racial profiling I experienced in 33 years in the UK and US, cannot emphasise that enough after 7 years in Arequipa. It still amuses me that people take me for a local and are surprised at my "perfect" English, when it's my mother tongue, Wales the home of my heart. 
One negative aspect of that is the pressure to conform to societal norms, as I look (and feel) Latino I must surely despise LGBT folk, indigenous people, and objectify women, tolerate corruption, etc. Or else, as I move comfortably in relatively privileged circles but am clearly not a “true expat”, my eccentric passion for social justice is somehow less palatable. 
Generally bite my tongue, pick my battles, but refuse to join in with prejudiced opinions or mistreatment of the downtrodden.

don maximo

I believe in some kind of path

sanar

Asi Te Espero Yo - Marta Gomez

tendril

too much tripping

and my soul's worn thin

Es la Fiesta de San Romerito

Antuku

so inspired

You lead me down, to the ocean
So lead me down, by the ocean

You know it's been a long time,
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because

You lead me down, to the ocean
The world is fine, by the ocean

You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me

So lead me down, to the ocean
Our world is fine, by the ocean

You know the way it is in life, it's so hard to live up to
So why are you still dressed in your mourning suit
I assume, I assume

You'll lead me down, to the ocean
Don't leave me down, by the ocean
The ocean.

Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean

The ocean (repeat to fade)

and at the same time, inspiring

Anam Cara - the blade of nothingness

In a vast universe which often seems sinister and unaware of us, we need the presence and shelter of love to transfigure our loneliness. This cosmic loneliness is the root of all inner loneliness. All of our life, everything we do, think and feel is surrounded by nothingness. Hence, we become afraid so easily. The fourteenth-century mystic Meister Eckhart say that all of human life stands under the shadow of nothingness, the umbra nihili. Nevertheless, love is the sister of the soul. Love is the deepest language and presence of soul. In and through the warmth and creativity of love, the soul shelters us from the bleakness of that nothingness. We cannot fill up our emptiness with objects, possessions or people. We have to go deeper into that emptiness, then we will find beneath nothingness the flame of love waiting to warm us. 

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