by Rigoberta Menchu, Creation Spirituality

Your look, full, sincere, calm, tender,
like the stars, the fresh wind
and songs of dawn and clarity.

It is she who crossed frontiers and had no time
to say goodbye to the disappeared sweetheart,
she who cried truth in the world,
spoke before the military assassins,
and her voice was not quieted.

It is she who overcame fear,
accepted the accompaniment
of solitude in far lands
crosing frontiers, waiting for a plane
from there to here, from here to there.

She is the daughter, the granddaughter of the Maya.
She is the one born under the blue sky.
She is the memory of chimel.

She is for me, beautiful woman of my land.