Nahuatl Poems - Poems about Nahuatl

...Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. My first language was Spanish. Learned from sweet stories told by m......

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...I walk over archeology relics of ancient times and I, fall as Tlaloc dreams with obsidian eyes and pulls me in, A High Priest wields the dagger as a virgin weeps of manna, blood drips......

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