Ours is life, as simple as that, not survival: living above life. “We were not born to survive,” Audre Lorde, the black poet, told us in his ear. It burns because they have set it on fire in an attempt to end all possibility of life, of believing, of breathing, of playing, of pleasure. We do not know how we managed to get up again, open our wings once more, receiving the sun on the face and the moon in the belly. We lost a couple of feathers, a couple of loves and the other time some of us scraped a leg. Planning in the air is not our greatest quality. When we fly with a drop in our beaks we sometimes water and sometimes we crash. Only one drop I can carry in my beak, but I’m doing my thing.” To which the hummingbird declares: “It’s true.
Then, the unbelieving deer says: “You can not put out the fire: your beak is too small and you cannot get enough water”. A deer stops and asks: “What are you doing? You go towards the flames.”Īnd the hummingbird replies: “Yes, there is a lake”. The animals run desperate to escape the flames, but a hummingbird flies in the opposite direction. It’s a story that we rewrite or, better said, plagiarize, like almost everything. The hummingbird is a birdie native to the Abya Yala, the name given by the indigenous Kuna to America, and is present in images, myths, legends and oral narratives of many peoples, from the Rio Grande to Ushuaia.Ĭomrade Subcomandante Marcos showed us a story about a hummingbird. “What the -” she sighed “Don’t ask, i keep finding the fuckers !! Yesterday, I found Achi chewing on its legs, “ she said, shivering. Soaking the poor man in water and suds, before y/n crushed the damn thing under the damn boot.
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It caught the ceiling fan, she screeched as Achi escaped the bathroom by now, jumping on Marc full of suds and water. He literally screeched when she missed and it crawled up his leg, she followed it up before he launched it off. ” Marc paused deep in thought before turning back to her “Y/n, what's under the blanket ?!” she paused before grabbing one of his boots and slamming it down on the large lump by his waist. When he felt something tickle his leg, assuming it was Achi (y/n’ dog), he grumbled “Achi, really ? Y/n in your guys room, go bug her please ?” the feeling continued so Marc got up, a bit annoyed “Y/N !!! Achi’s with me, can you call him ?!! Trying to nap !!” She poked her head out of the bathroom with a look of confusion “Umm, I'm currently bathing him. Marc was currently sleeping in after a late night of being the Fist of Khonshu, the Fist of vengeance and protector of the night travelers. She turned to Huitzilopochtli -Aztec god of War, the sun and the Mexica people climb atop the top of the dining room table where the boys were currently waiting, she quirked a brow questioningly “Uh Steven ?” He sighed “Sorry love, but I despise spiders and that's a very huge spider !!!” she sighed deeply sliding her canchla off her foot and swiftly throwing it after the large spider to crush it. Apparently Steven had touched it and she shivered as every hair on her body stood up, the larger God glared “It’s a cursed object and he pissed off The Great Goddess of Teotihuacan !!! That WE retrapped after her cult got a hold, ese PINCHE CAJA !” (That Damn box) he snarled, the large turquoise Man yelled at her in frustration hardly intimidated her, but it made her pause briefly “The Goddess of Teotihuacan?!! As in the spider lady ?!” She whined before a loud flat out scream sounded from the bathroom before she witnessed her roommate quite literally levitate from the Bathroom in a gust of wind as a tarantula crawled out of the bathroom. She blinked sheepishly forgetting she’d let Steven observe it for a while before she fell asleep watching the news.
She blinked sheepishly at Huitzilli as he snarled at the box of cursed puzzles. Y/N sighed deeply, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she curled a brow at the yelp from the bathroom.
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