The long fight of the bull and the condor

“Race is the blind point of the Latin American discourse on Otherness”
Anthropologist Rita Segato

YawarFiesta

Loop animation that depicts an Andean practice: Yawar Fiesta. The figure of the bull against the figure of the condor illustrate the racial categories created from colonialism: the Western culture against the Indigenous culture. Such narrative aims to generate the  tension depicted in this unfortunate loop: a bull who doesn’t want wings and a condor who needs to fly.  The moving image uses the formal advantages of motion and color to depict the uncomfortable emotions triggered by colonization.

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A mis hermanos
(For my brothers fragment translated from colloquial Spanish to English)

Look me now, brother
because since the time we were born
the harvest had pass, the madness had pass
and the sun shines as same as always
women wash their hair
men posses new love
let your strength to come
from a sun in rising flight
the voice of my brother is heard
because his cords were tuned
by earth herself

Let my brother to sing
let him tell me what I have forget
so he can narrate, so he can love me
maybe I was there with him
I really don’t remember
That night was very confusing
That long night. Did we died?
Sing, broder, at least
if I don’t remember, I could love you, my body bubbles now
whips inside, like horses
crazy to leave my mouth
I can’t do it on my own
this much hate, so long hold
My womb swells
black and rottens
my eyes overturn
looking many other eyes
your crying, my crying, that long night, doesn’t exist!
this poison will go out
even if I brake

Sing strong. Who I am?
your sister,  I was your wife
and I was your daughter,  who I was, I can’t remember
I just have this black blood
been spit out from my body
Help me to scream that I was hated
and it wasn’t fair
ask my body to fight not fight
until the last scream comes out
abandon your confinement
child of hate
go out like a raging bull
set on fire, get out
there is no space on earth
nor sky, hell doesn’t exist
hell was you
in my womb for a hundred years
I couldn’t scream
so I get used to hold

Look at me broder
I am tired, my body is ramshackle
ask for water, give me water
and let me to rest
from so much
Go to fly, go to sing
later we will eat together
new food
without remembering, but knowing
who we were and who we are
broder

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Mírame ahora hermano
porque desde el tiempo que naciste
ya paso la siembra y ya paso la locura
el sol sigue brillando igual que siempre
en la calle las mujeres lavan sus cabellos
y los hombres poseen amor nuevo
Deja que tu fuerza ahora venga
del sol inmenso, en frondoso vuelo.
La voz de mi hermano se oye
porque sus cuerdas fueron afinadas
por la propia tierra

Déjale cantar a mi hermano
para que me diga cosas que yo he olvidado
para que me cuente y para que me quiera
Tal vez yo estuve allí con el

No lo recuerdo la verdad
Era una noche confusa
Esa noche ¿morimos?
Canta, hermano, al menos
si no recuerdo, podre amarte. Mi cuerpo burbujea ahora
látigos en su interior. Son caballos
locos por salir por mi boca.
Un grito inmenso me viene, hermano
Ayúdame a llorar, a gritar

No lo puedo hacer sola
tanto odio y tanto guardar.
Mi vientre se hincha
negro y putrido,
los ojos se vuelcan,
mirando con miles de ojos
tu llanto, mi llanto, esa noche ¡no existe más!
este veneno ha de salir del corazón
aunque me parta en el intento

Canta fuerte ¿quién soy yo?
Tu hermana, que fui tu esposa
y fui tu hija, quien era, no me acuerdo,
Solo tengo esta sangre negra
siendo escupida por el cuerpo

Ayúdame a gritar que fui odiada
y que no fue justo
Que mi cuerpo luche por no luchar
Hasta que el grito ultimo salga de mi cuerpo entero
Que abandone su encierro
el hijo asqueroso del odio
salga corriendo como un toro embravecido
prendido en fuego, que se vaya
No hay lugar más para él, ni en la tierra
ni en el cielo, infierno no hay
el infierno fue el
en mi vientre por cien años
cuando no pude gritar
me acostumbre a guardar

Mira mis ojos de nube, hermano
Estoy cansada, mi cuerpo destartalado
pide agua, dame agua
y déjame un momento descansar
de tanto esfuerzo
Ve a pasear y ve a cantar
después comeremos juntos
nuevo alimento
sin recordar pero sabiendo
quien fuimos y quien somos
hermano

 

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