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Journey to the Origin

  


I find myself in the world above

Where the gods blow

Breath

Converse

From the clouds

Rivers of gold coagulate

The earth scar

Hatun Amaru (Great Serpent)

You have no borders

Nor shapes that contain you

Free as the water

That filters from the walls that are imposed on us.

From the beginning of your days

Your children amalgamate.

  

  

51 years ago in the South Bronx, 1520 Sedgwick Avenue, an eternal culture would originate that spread throughout the world and be adopted by various communities to express themselves and tell their own stories.

Hip = Knowledge; Hop = Movement

Hip = Knowledge; Hop = Movement

The sound of Boombap, free expression and community work awakened the sense of belonging that I had never found before and it manifested itself as I toured the districts of the capital Lima

Visceral

Hated

Loved

Paqarina (place of origin)

that I traveled with friends, children of migrants like me...

We broke the silence

We liberates through song, rhymes, dance, music, coexistence...

Claiming our dreams 

 shaped by our wounds that scars

with rebellion through collectivity and art.

  

  

A photograph of the chain with the image of the historic indigenous leader Tupac Amaru II on the chest of the Quechua rapper Cay Sur hangs on the fence of a “Project” in the South Bronx, as part of the 7th Latin American Photography Festival organized by the Bronx Documentary Center.

Afeni Shakur, Black Panther activist and mother of 2Pac, one of the most influential rappers in hip hop culture explains:


“I wanted him to have the name of a revolutionary of the indigenous peoples of the world. I wanted him to know that he was part of the world culture and not just a neighborhood.”


Shining Serpent / Tupac Amaru

Transcends space and time

Your children will take your name

And make it their own

     

    This city contains all the diasporas

    Its streets scream

    In hundreds of languages

    They resist

    Creating new worlds

    New languages

    Using the tools of the fabricant

    Against them, against them, against them

    Your spilled blood strengthens us

      

    There are encounters that strengthen me

    They give hope in the labyrinth

    Speaking from pain 

    From contradiction

    With the heart in the hand

    Few want to see inside

    Listen to the body

    I feel accompanied

    Love   beyond the clan

      

      

    This city makes me feel at home

    The same crosses, the same struggles

    They are their hearts that I have come to know



        

         

      heartS

      that give - generous

      of fire - that burn in the face of injustice

      that organize - weavers

      that open doors

      portalS

      That dare to do what 

      our parents 

      our ancestors

      did not do


          

         

        I have known a collective conscience

        It becomes more noticeable

        When you move

        Inside

        Outside

        You die

        You are reborn

        You regenerate

        Eternally


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