I am a macehual poet, a follower of butterflies with no other ceiling than the open sky full of stars my sole flag is a white cloud in the sky, a dove of peace the whole world - already borderless - is my home and backyard Macehual: A Nahuatl (Aztec) term for the common folk, the bulk of the people, whose labor continues the vital core of society. Francisco X. Alarcon, the [...]