Maloka

They say the world is changing… but they are not. They are still there, just as they were hundreds or even thousands of years ago. They observe us, undisturbed, perhaps with curiosity, although their gaze is really more of empathy and compassion. And we are there, in awe of a people who come from an inherited ancestral indigenous culture; not from literature, nor from the kind of writing that responds to reason, but from an oral tradition that is woven into tales and that, when sung, reaches the soul.