I'm going to take a little breather here,
and read you one of Ofelia Zepeda's poems,
"In the Midst of Songs."
We hear the sounds resounding.
They're resounding toward the sunset,
they're resounding toward the sunrise,
they're resounding toward the north,
they're resounding toward the south.
We are in the midst of songs.
Our heart is full of joy, our mind is good, our land is good.
The land is all beautiful, take a look.
There is light rain all around, take a look.
We hear the ocean in the distance, it has come near us.
We hear the beautiful wind in the distance,
it has come near us.
We hear the dust storm in the distance, it has come near us.
We hear a beautiful song in the distance, it has come near us.
We hear a beautiful song in the distance, it has come upon us.