Culpa, una madre llorando / Culpas, una madre que llora

Through bodily expressions, symbols, colors, the path of water mixes with tears melting into a sea; dragging everything in its path. It becomes the central thematic guiding element, where the small details narrate a story of deep sadness and feelings of guilt and uncertainty...
Stories create mental images, cultural inertias that become archetypes of enormous strength that are transmuted into narrative about your own life, or that of a loved one or someone unknown, and can act as a lever that leads you to a response from inner strength, from the will to follow.
Where did my life go?
If he ran away from me, who knows,
or can't I see it?
Is it that it caught my soul
a brutal blindness?
Tú, run away? You leave me
in immense solitude?
No, you abandon me...
I have become blind!
and my mutilated soul
that by not living does not fly,
I want your deep seas
or your dark stone.
I want that blue sky
where do you find yourself!...
life where you lie,
muerte, if you are dead!
Fragments of the Latin American poetess edited
Maria Monvel