Fading slowly in its own shadow.
The symbol of a forgotten and forbidden culture.
It is forbidden to teach or to learn Maya in Mexican schools.
How ironic and contradictory, when genetics and physiognomy tell such a different story.
In the eyes of the observers, they proudly stand tall. However, stone by stone, they are so fragile in the hands of humanity.
In its deepest shadows, rest the remains of an absurd lack of humanism, greed, all disguised as colonisation.
A pause in the busy market, as people sit quietly and eat fruity ice cones.
I stare at the shadow into the bright, cold reflection and I wonder.
Is it my reflection that I am staring at, or is it my granmother’s.
I never knew her, but I recall a very similar sepia faded image of her, wrapped in a scarf.