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.
A new year is coming shortly, 2022 is already showing a little foot through the door, and I, however, have been confusing myself for months and thinking that the year to come is 2023. It may be the stress, the desire to see this pandemic over ... I don't know, but the fact is that I have eaten unconsciously for a year, I hope it is not a bad omen, because, despite not believing in the future, I always we have those embers of hope that never go out no matter how bad things go.
In this photographic exhibition by the Artist Edgar Bernal, the deep content of the religiosity of a community of migrants from the P'urhépecha population of Cherán is appreciated. In them we observe what in the culture and language of our original people is called "Tsinskua" which means in its spiritual sense "to revive" that is, to return to life after having passed through death or from an inanimate state of the body .