Inspiring Change through Radical Rhetoric, Art and Civil Action! Tuesday, November 8, 2011. The Cayo Outdoor Theatre Project. There are very limited forms of constructive entertainment available in the San Ignacio area, and the small number of after school activities and sports programmes that. As a result, La Poderosa III initiated The Cayo Outdoor Theater Project - a. Moreover, the mural is a symbol of what is achievable through community. It took four people with a common vision.

The ramblings of a supposed madman, a schizophrenic with hallucinations. Wednesday, April 17, 2013. How much can I get for this? We have heard it before. Your grandmother had old bottles; while you were digging for your farm you came across a stone tool or ceramic pot. Some red flags may go up, fear creeps in, that the Institute of Archaeology is coming, along with the police, to arrest you for having a bottle and take away your land because you found a pot.

Haiku for a Gloomy Day. Monday, April 25, 2011. Tonight someone took a break from the. Doom and gloom on the nightly news, took. One last sip of coffee, and. Strolled across town to see the house he grew up in. Nothing was different, except the. Family now living in it. But it was still the same old wooden house;. And as nostalgia settled in. And tears rolled down his face,.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011. Dulce eres y a miel sabes. Tu ternura es como la de los ángeles. Que despierta la pasión de mi ser. Que me quita este frio. Dulce voz, melodía de una sirena. Que despierta mi corazón y le quita esta pena. Dulce sabor de tus labios color de fresa. Que sacian mi sed y me hacen perder la cabeza. Que invade mi olfato de cazador. Dulce imagen llena de belleza. Que deslumbra mis ojos con su presencia.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011. I like the feel of you. The silent motion of my lips. As they speak you into being. Every crevice, every bend. That no one else has held you. Your secretes, truths and lies. Mark you as my own. How can this be? Above .

Thursday, August 4, 2011. I have an empty picture frame. With enough space for you. Dusty, forgotten, still a little blue. Found it on my desk. While I cleaned it out today. Underneath the bills and take-home tests. Just there, not even in the way. With nothing much to do. It has no image to share. It desires, more than anything. To reveal an image of you. With all the corners beautifully uncurled. It just sits there in the sunlight.