La Tierra Que Fue y Sera

 

 

 

Yecoc xochitl
ma in nequimilolo
ma in necuiltonolo
antepilhuan.
Huel ixtihuitz
cuecuey on tihuitz
zan xopan nomacicatihuitz
cempohualxochitl
yecoc xochitl
tepepitech.

 

 

 

 

Recuerdo mi tierra mojada,
El río de san  Juan que nunca se conecto con Chapala
Ambos secos, me dejan un sabor insípido de triste memoria.
Es como no haber visto a un amante en tanto tiempo.
Un sueño guajiro,una costumbre adorada,
que se come en la torta ahogada,
en la birria de chivo,
sabe tan rica, que es difícil olvidarla.
“Soy el maguey que crecio sin prejuicio,
soy tus arenales, tus chichis de Huentitan.
Soy el pulque que maman,
De Tlaquepaque a Tonala”.

El amor es la tierra,eres Tu
Chicomecóatl!
Y la tierra se cosecha,
Como el amor mismo.

Nada es coincidencia,
causa y efecto vale mencionar
es la consiente realidad.

¿Consideras que nos hemos convertido en  mediocridad?
Dice la abuela marina.
Somos el espejo de la avaricia maquinas,
titanes que amenazan con alcanzar el cielo;
bancos que separan a la familia.
Serpientes de metal,
Que eructan humos tóxicos.
Bocas de petróleo,
corporativo del privilegio,

Es en el lenguaje que daña mas:
esta en tus leyes,
en tu gobierno,
esta en cada político,
en el capitalismo.

El monstruo que pudre las milpas,
divide con fronteras y pretende ser dueño de lo imaginable,
De Aztlan y Nepantla mismos.

Don Andrés me dijo algo muy sierto:
“Los problemas se sacan de raiz”

Es un deber convertirnos en visionarios,
erradicando la mala yerba.
Es la canción en nahuatl:
Son tus manos juntas con las mías,
Somos la selva del Armazón,
Somos Las Zapatistas,
Somos los pulmones de la razón
Somos las aguas Detroit,
Somos las pipas de Alaska,
Somos la semilla de la esperanza.
Somos Sofia y el jardin comunitario en el Valle del Sur.

Vuelvo a escribir con conciencia a mi tierra
En un canto de flores marimachas,
mientras me penetra La primavera.
Y el amor es cosecha…

de Cuando caminaba calles vacías,
de las memorias del Tejuino,
de cogidas y maletas,
los elotes frescos y las mamadas secas
de Resistencia al desamor.

Es el amanecer, es el anochecer.
Es la Luna y el sol haciendo el amor,
hasta que los dos se cacen,
y se besen, en veces…
en una explosion infinita.
Es Como venirse a tambos de leche fresca
por la vía láctea.
para volver a comenzar
como lo hago hoy,
como lo hice ayer.
desde cero,
con la bendición de mi(s)madre(s)
con trabajo
y un Nuevo amanecer,

Mi ‘Ama sigue chingandole,
esta cancion no dejara de sonar,
para volver a estallar
en este canto antiguo y legendario
que se nos olvida  recitar.

Alejandro

Alex Aldana is queer undocumented immigrant rights activist that works as a national/community organizer with a vibrant and very raw/uncensored opinion in the myriad of intersectionalities that impact the Immigrant Youth Movement (DREAMers) and brings strategy and direct action to create a new dialogue & truly bring social justice and equality within the LGBTQ/Immigrant movement. Alex migrated from Guadalajara,Mexico to the United States when he was 16 in 2003 to the beautiful dunes of the Coachella Valley. Greaduated from La Quinta high School in 2005 and not having the stability most middle families have, and experiencing dometic violence in the household,he went on with life and decided to support his mother and sister to work in the farm fields picking grapes and embracing the soil and the culture of the farm worker, construction work, and other opportunities that would help them survive. Alex’s only higher education has been deep-rooted by and for the community: Impacted by the scarce resources in the Coachella valley, he decided to get involved as health advocate for Latino LGBTQ youth, doing HIV/AIDS prevention, education and treatment through social justice, advocacy and empowerment to immigrant communities impacted and oppressed in Southern California. Alex worked as an HIV Counselor, Case Manager and Queer mentor with Bienestar Human Services providing services to Latino LGBTQ youth in Los Angeles, Riverside, and San Bernardino County since 2007. At a local, state and national level , he has contributed with conferences and rallies addressing LGBTQ issues in school districts (Queer Youth Advocacy Day 2008) , marriage equality (Prop 8 campaign), Immigrant rights (May Day March 2010 Queer youth contingent) and representing HIV services for undocumented immigrants at The United States Conference on AIDS in 2011.His devoted contribution at a local level in his community was to create the first lgbtq latino group in the Coachella Valley in 2011. Aldana’s liberation by “Coming out of the shadows” was followed by an action in San Bernardino, CA in 2012 along with the Immigrant Youth Coalition, Where he was arrested protesting against “secure communities/287g” outside of city hall to empower immigrant communities that live in fear because such laws. After coming out publicly with his immigration status he joined the Campaign for an American DREAM, a walking across the country from San Francisco to DC where 5 undocumented students empowered communitites & pushed to stop the massive deportations of DREAM act elegible youth and families President Obama executed and separated in his term. He also organized the hunger strike and occupation at the Obama for America office in Denver,CO on June of the same year, asking for an executive order which replicated across the country and put pressure to issue the Deffered Action for Childhood arrivals a week after the mobilization. Recent work in Albuquerque, NM included organizing the first national encuentro for The Association of Joteria,Arts,Activism and Scholarship (AJAAS) mobilizing undocumented queer youth from the border states of California, Arizona, and Texas. He will continue to address human rights violations and justice with the intersections of his work on HIV prevention, LGBTQ issues, Education, and Immigration along with radical activist groups that cannot and will no longer remain dormant in the shadows.

2 thoughts on “La Tierra Que Fue y Sera

  • April 22, 2013 at 9:26 pm
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    Me encanto! Tus palabras tan contradictarias, que me llevan a un lugar imaginado y me bajan de repente a este mundo con los sabores de comida y los olores de la tierra. Gracias por transportarme.

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    • April 23, 2013 at 11:35 pm
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      Gracias Mariel! Los milagros del cafecito negro y las memorias que uno lleva dentro 🙂

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