oaxaca nocturna e incandescente

As I unwind from the inebriety of a dance
and music-filled weekend in Los Angeles,
a force of habit and nostalgia transports me to
these scenes of our nights out on the cobblestone
streets of Oaxaca de Juárez, political epicenter
of a beautiful state in southern México. My
spiritual destination every día de los muertos
since two thousand and twelve.

The smoky taste of mezcal suddenly becomes
palpable. The kindness warmth and love of
families friends and strangers there befriended.
The celebration ensued during the most spiritually
important and revered days for thousands, actually
millions, of people all over Latinomérica.

A place that taught me to respect and rejoice with
equal measure. Dancing in streets illuminated by the
orange glow of life, rain-cooled winds blowing
through my hair.


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Soy mujer que escribe, mujer que ama. Viviendo entre México, D.F. y Los Ángeles, California, soy perpetuamente una mujer y amante transfronterista. Soy la mujer que vive y piensa y algún día, como escribió Giocondo Belli, mis ojos encenderán luciérnagas.

2 thoughts on “oaxaca nocturna e incandescente”

  1. hi Nidia!

    how are you? i’m so sorry it took me a while to check out the link you sent me, i’ve been meaning to see it. and i’m so glad i did amiga. you made my day!

    i love your writing, your vocabulary, you ability to take me back and give me the most unexpected nostalgia… but the good kind of course.

    the kind that right away makes me want to ask, are you going to oaxaca this year?

    please please tell me you are 🙂

    with love,
    barbara c.

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