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In the end, I decided to enter the Coffee House. Second floor of Metrocentro. I waited for a lady who was completely unknown. I positioned myself in front of the glass walls of said premises, through which I watched people pass by. Businesses along the corridor waited for their customers, while the crowd moved in different directions. He was adrift, turned into half man and half cell, there was no middle ground.

Observing nature has been an act of learning for the human being. Our grandparents woke up at dawn to receive the first light of day and walk with the sun. Many of the native cultures of America were governed by the movement of the stars, creating calendars that calculated the rhythm of the tides, the solstices, the hot or rainy seasons.

A group of farmers and environmental defenders made a trip to the beautiful town of Valle de Bravo in the State of Mexico in early January. Its main objective: to visit the protected natural reserve of Piedra Herrada, where thousands of monarch butterflies arrive to spend the winter in its majestic oyamel forests. These insects travel thousands of miles from Canada and the United States to meet and mate. Local people say that the butterflies are their ancestors who come to visit them and begin to arrive around the Day of the Dead celebrations.

Since pre-Hispanic times, ancient cultures worshiped Tonantzin, which means "Our mother" in Nahuatl and is considered the mother of all Gods. Tonantzin, was venerated by the Mexicas and different cultures that traveled from remote times to the Tepeyac hill where the church of Our Lady of Guadalupe is now built.

«You can go in peace!», finally said the priest Jesús, saying goodbye to the parishioners. The Nuevo Rosario church returned to its former condition of silence, sandalwood incense and darkness. The priest Jesús had been practicing the priesthood for five years and he spent his last years as a seminarian abroad. Upon finishing his religious studies, he asked his superiors to transfer him to his town, where a priest was needed to pray for the souls of the living and the dead.

If only this library could speak and tell all the mysterious events that have occurred in it, in its wide and twisted corridors, in the book shelves, where on many occasions it was reflected on the floor, the shadow of someone who was not there. Or the tables and chairs deliberately arranged in a cross, without anyone being able to provide an explanation of what happened.

Mexico is the thirteenth largest country in the world and the third in Latin America. It is located in the southern part of North America, bordering the United States to the north, Belize and Guatemala to the south, the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea to the east, and the Pacific Ocean to the west. Geographic borders, which, on the one hand, open gaps in opportunities to attract tourism due to the geographical beauty of its different ecosystems and natural environments, such as the beauty of its beaches, forests, jungles, deserts, mountains, wrapped in the peculiarity of its flora and fauna.

The great capacity to manifest, or transmit emotions in poetry and art; that natural and intense release of feelings through these magnificent works, which sometimes cause us so much impact, and at the same time arouse our deepest interest, is certainly a great stimulus for the heart. How many times, when contemplating a canvas, do we walk between reflections, going deeper beyond our feelings? How many times, in the intimacy of that encounter, do we surprise a tear or a smile?

Between roses and the dead, Inter rosae et mori, is the title of the new book by Ramina Herrera, a poet, writer and businesswoman born in Luya, Amazonas, Peru, who lives in Cajamarca, a city located in the...

I love to write, but lately I don't stop to think too much; that which I also love to do, since, even if I reach poor conclusions, it makes me feel that I am not following the same path that I am mentally dictated to follow, that is, I am not a rebel who goes around breaking the rules, I know what I should do and I do it, but I allow myself to think that I am doing it out of cowardice, for survival, or simply because people I love depend on my actions.