What my father's land begins?

What my father's land begins?
From the images of your first lesson ...
Of good and loyal friends
who live next door ...
Or perhaps the country begins
of the lullabies you sang mom ..
Of the memories - that no difficulties
wich can remove them ...

What my father's land begins?
Bank in the door of your home ...
Front of the tree that grows
strong bending in the wind ...
Or perhaps the country begins
sing of spring insects ..
And in this way between the trees
whose end is never in sight.

What my father's land begins?
Windows that glow in the distance
of the old paternal mascaipacha
that in a while your grandfather has to show ..
Or perhaps the country begins
with the wheels off - the police car ...
And the oath that in your youth
your country glorified in your heart!
What country begins?



free interpretation of the text of the Russian song "С чего начинается Родина"
http://youtu.be/ZRKcucGHmZM
posted by the wife of Juan Esteban

IN MEMORY OF MARIA LINARES Eusebia PORTAL - REVOLUTIONARY WOMEN

IN MEMORY OF MARIA LINARES Eusebia PORTAL - REVOLUTIONARY WOMEN.

The best examples of revolutionary heroism I have not ever had a brain mounted in a library, or a satanic verbiage alienated. Always in my eventful life I have seen in the image of a woman. But I will not talk about my mother or my grandmother, already widely mentioned, I want to talk about that humble working with her husband in tow gave me an example of heroism and courage intact under the principles of seeking a change to your country and their brothers. But with a lack of interest bordering on holiness and not because it was who attended on his deathbed who considered the past of their ancestors and image of his people and his nation. A woman who combined the cultural tradition of his people and fight for the rights of his people, his brothers, this woman should not disappear from an obituary forgotten and gone. But why? It is necessary that women today no longer an instrument of the greed of unbridled capitalism, not just take the attitude of Clara Zetkin, the Mary Eusebia, who did not want recognition for their attitude of defending the rights of its kind , the opposite was the visionary of a future without rich or poor, said loudly enough of exploitation of man by man. They gave their enormous sacrifice in defense of his family, looking for a decent future for their progeny that came from within, from within and therefore felt the need to fight but why do not more exploitation, a class that holds power and the other but also represented by the feudal lord known as landowner.

A Clara Zetkin only met her in my avatar library as an adult, but the other great women I met while we were still very young. Of dark complexion and indigenous in the province of Otuzco, the color was the patient and her husband Don Lino enigmatic. I met them at the recent young people the future they visited all the heroes of the Battle of the eight hours that were fired from large agro industrial Chicama Valley, they had been of the former hacienda Cartavio. There in that house made with the joint efforts of all indigenous people there knew him fired. It was rather short and looked very delicate view, her husband was very strong and short stature. The two united by the same feat, that of asserting their rights as human beings who rent their labor to an employer.

There I met solidarity, because my father had been killed by the police by the illusions that every young person harbors in his youth for a more just society. There in the lap of my grandmother listened as the woman told us what the struggles of all women, wives, mothers and sisters of the workers cañaveleros for the eight hours asking Mr. entrepreneur. This not wanting to give them, sent to the gendarmerie for the repressed and not like now that at least are known to have been arrested, at the time the murdered and his body left to better watch the weather and it was picked up by their families, they were also repressed. What they said and justified by saying that the Indians must learn to respect their masters. So women with their children in the shawl (cloak that is charged to the children) were thrown to the train tracks so they do not take their husbands, brothers or father to be killed and if he was a leader to be locked in dungeons as the island known or pediment, yes was the son of a known person, but if it was indigenous or mountain as they used to call, it disappeared, without further ado. Many died, although the one driving the locomotive was an Indian like us. So when her husband Complete guerrillas in 1932 with his fellow Buffalo Barreto, knew she could not return to work at the hacienda Cartavio were located with all the exiles in the sands of the future. There were organized again and faced the authorities who wanted to evict them from the sand, suffered all kinds of hardships, because for the white boys of the colonial city of Trujillo were rebels or highland Indians who had dared dirty to claim rights.

Much like to tell you sister Maria Eusebia, I just wanted to let the world know what did you take to the release of your brothers operating on the cane farms in the scorching sun tore the harvest for the children of the gringos enjoy in their leisure travel in Europe. I want to give this honor and your name will not be forgotten and thank you for always being supportive to your Johnny even after death.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos.
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

MAMACONA LOLITA / or Mama Lola /

MAMACONA LOLITA / or Mama Lola /.
Tribute

It is fresh in the morning when you woke, your white hair and cannelloni with black tips, smile on your skin, making jokes with Don Santos as you told your husband and cousin at the same time, with which you got married and was custom from your ancestors and you do not put Having A despite objections raised in the cloister of nuns as the Indians did Inca descendants.

My tata Noah was referring to you as you told Comadre and uncle and my grandfather only mentioned only as the black cholo. And I in my breaks on long trips I sat beside you to hear your stories of your childhood, like when you had to take the punishment of tata Fortunato to cover up the mischief of the most least of your brothers.

Or when I contast of Tata Basilio, who had more than 15 daughters and three sons. All the more beautiful not only the community but that his fame reached even beyond the borders the tata Basil could have imagined.

Of how the alliance with Apu Sapa Noah, land that was in Santiago de Chuco Marka, he agreed to marry the greatest of all his daughters, the mamacona Ursula, who was very brunette, but that was a specialist in beautiful embroidered blankets, in the kitchen or to say, Basilio tata visits whenever they came Tullpo commissioned him to his daughter Ursula to prepare the most delicious dishes to visitors.

After he repented because he knew it was a very sacred lineage among Indians across the country, who came to visit the largest Mallkus, Yatiris of people who had never known and was afraid that might happen to their offspring if they were known mistis. But Noah Tata reassuring, telling him not to worry, that these legends were not for him, but for some of their children's children, who knows that would not even meet him.



But as you laughed Lola breast, with your laughter thick and firm as any known lineage ñusta give the circumstances. We were saying, Tata Noah as I tell if my friend or uncle, but tell you that we are compadres for their grandson who loves you.

But what I liked most were your rosquetes and your Basit, or when your little kneading bread pan and wait till my son told me that and I will bake the bread to carry where you go and invite them. It is good to go empty handed.

And when they got your Indians as they were called, you gave to all the hospice because you cared and if everyone has breakfast with his cushalito corn and popcorn. But thank them for bringing you all kinds of offerings in their communities.

So regardless of your age, walked very hard for every site, your farm to see if it had stuck your flowers that adorned the Apostle James the Great, who were devout.

Many times you told me my Mercedario. As a child I wanted to be a priest and you and my mother you were happy, they are never going to make the legends that were told in your childhood, your grandparents about the fate of our family. But you saw that was just a little bump in the road, and resign yourself to your most beloved nephew is the stigma of their struggle for his people.

Many times you were with your basket to see and comfort him, because as you said he has no mother and her sister, so I replaced it.

And now as if you remember when you told me: "Son, my debts and I charge you mentioned, so and so owes me so much, so you charge, how can I leave if it will help me to meet my Indian that will lead to my grave my body. And I answered, you are strong aunt still will not die, but rather you'll bury me, but I paid attention and continued lecturing debts charged by many many people and many Indians claiming to Santiago where you've place to raise animals that serve meals in your grave.



Now you're not more, I do not say you want to visit Mollepata to walk through the Yum Kapac you just had cleaned the brothers to feel the force of the ancestors and take the new path. But where you're there remember me as the boy who cried blood and that saved him from death as the omen that both expecting your parents and uncles

Goodbye Mama Lolita.

Túpac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com