Oh come for me lover
when the clouds come down...
The bird came out of the underworld and placed a cross on the ocean.
Father Sun was born, climbed up the cross ... in this way killing the world's darkness with his blows.
Father Sun created earthly beings with his saliva, which appeared in the shape of red foam on the surface of the ocean's waves. New things are born from hearts or essences, which we see in the red sea foam that flowed from the Sun ... .
The Sun itself has a "heart" that is its forerunner.
I woke my mom up at 5:30 am today... she sat with me and my insomia.. layed in bed with me actually..
and we talked... about who I am.. where I came from... it was one of the best moments I can remember. I never knew what tribe I was from.. but I think we figured out I am part from this tribe called the Wixåritari Indians...
The eagle-stars, our Father's luminous creatures, hurl themselves into the lagoons and ... Nacawé's water serpents ... rise into the skies to shape the clouds
... those are their beliefs
The Wixåritari think that two opposed cosmic forces exist in the world : an fiery one represented by Tayaupá, "Our Father" the Sun, and an aquatic one, represented by Nacawé, the Rain Goddess.
It makes me feel like I belong somewhere...
I am pieces of a puzzle... of history and ancestry... years go by and who I am/ what I am... will always be here even when I am not....
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