MANIFESTO

A woman sitting on a wicker chair outdoors in a rocky, beach-like setting with colorful tropical fruits around her. She is wearing bright yellow pants, a colorful jacket, white sneakers, and holding a decorated blue umbrella. The background shows a clear blue sky and large rocks.

Our abuelas taught us how to keep the culture alive with no free hands, Pine Sol hardwood, our soles cleaned to Sunday morning salsa.
Our hands built the campo and threw stones to show homes are found on unpaved roads where the curious go. We are the bricks the Incas laid together for worship…

the influences, the rivers Taínos surfed to reach the Caribbean.

We are diasporic rhythms, un farolito in the hips, A candle when the atardecer comes and the electricity fails. Hardened concón delicacy somos, Our abuelos taught us to express placeres when meeting new stories in the middle, where pidgin tongues become mother songs, and marketplaces become temples of new ideas.