New Year Aymara 5514 A kiss and a goodbye ...

Her soft gaze stares at me, at times.

The Aymara peasants and priests grab her head tenderly, one after the other, and kiss her after giving her one last kind word, a thank you, and a goodbye ...

Thus slowly passes fifty people and the last of them, when he retires, lets her see how its owner sharpens the knife on the altar stone. Suddenly lying down and slit her throat, the little flame leaves her eyes when she looks soft and a deep black fade away while she lets out a small cry, something like: "I thought it was going to hurt less, no way ..." Here, from a mountain dominating the region from Curahuara de Carangas, far from the city and its noises, the peasants came to celebrate the winter solstice and the beginning of a new agricultural cycle. That same came today with the first rays of the sun, that Inti God who with his caresses knows how to convince the Pachamama, mother earth, to give them what will ensure the survival of the human being.

This day, the thick blood of the sacrificed flame is offered to the earth as in a pact and gesture of love, as in retribution to that Pachamama without which nothing is possible. Meanwhile, a few hundred kilometers further, a city of those who consider these practices as cruel lunches with the city hypocrisy while continuing to chew their steak, believing, like many, that cows are also born in pre-cut parts and with this supermarket hamburger square shape ...

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