Thank You!

Posted: December 23, 2010 in My life, Story

Feliz Navidad by Cristián

We want to thank you for supporting our project and hearing our voices. We never thought we were going to touch so many people with our words.

Due to lack of resources, we hope to return next year in late January. Your support has motivated us and although there are many obstacles in this project, we know that our voices are stronger!

We hope to see you again next year.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Piñata Time!

Posted: December 21, 2010 in Art

Check out the piñatas we created! Happy Holidays!

Art Zone

Posted: December 21, 2010 in Art

Revolutionary Graffiti

Posted: December 18, 2010 in Art, Manifesto

Created by Raúl, Adrián, Yael, Benito, Marco e Iván.


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Special thanks to Zapotitlán Palmas’ government for supporting urban art.

Dario’s Story

Posted: December 13, 2010 in My life

Hi, I am Dario. I am 13 years old and I’m loving, cheerful, happy, and when my teammates make me something and I’m not playing,  I get very angry.

The moment that changed my life was when my brother died and when we went to bury him and my mother was hospitalized.

The people who changed my life are my parents and my siblings. My dream is to go to the U.S. and drive a plane in Mexico.

Sergio’s Story

Posted: December 13, 2010 in My life, My town

My name is Sergio. I have 12 years and I was born in 1998. My birthday is April 8. The sport I like is soccer and I want to be a great soccer player.

I have many friends who are very cool. I like being a good person with the elderly. I do not like to be bitter because why  would I want to make my life miserable if I know that the problem will be solved. Everything in life has a solution, but death.

What changed my life was the death of my father. It was in a fire of my town and as a good citizen he went to the forest to help. He was gone for  about six hours. In the afternoon a very ugly wind came, and the fire became higher, about four meters high. It started to rain and the fire was extinguished. About half an hour later, it was announced that a man was found burned.

My mom was very scared and told my brother that we should see what has happened. When we got there my brother and my grandfather went to look for him. Took about 10 minutes when my brother returned saying that they have found him. My mom asked if he was okay and my brother said he found him dead.

For me it was the saddest thing of my life. Since that day my life was stopped and I wonder why my dad if he never did anything wrong. He never scolded me or hit me. He loved us, but God knows why he does things. What hurts me most is that my cousins and friends say that their  father came or that their dad loves them. I feel very bad about it. I tell them that they should appreciate their parents because it is very sad to be alone, it’s as if your heart breaks in pieces.

Study! Don’t migrate!

Posted: December 8, 2010 in Immigration, My town, Story, Violence

by Jacob, 13 years old.

Migration is something wrong because Mexico wasn’t like this.  It was more responsible and educated, and now there are gangs, profanity, thieves, violence, abuse, etc. Those people who migrate to the United States return as bad and evil people. From ten people who go, nine return as bad people. Do not do this because you can die in the desert or river.

As a student, I tell you that you should study so that you do not suffer to go to America or another country. Make your career, do not stop studying so you can be someone in the future, not like today’s people who kill themselves looking for work, dying in the road. It’s better to study.

Liquor and I

Posted: December 6, 2010 in My life, Poem

by Jesús, 14 years old.

I, being a young man of 14 years

and having no experience with alcohol

I decided to drink only by the temptation to feel that bitter taste

produced by barley,

whose plants are like a vine that catch me

and enclose me as if I were in a cage.

And helplessly I decide to drink and drink

So I can forget that alcohol

is taking over my body every day

and my body already looks like a bottle of liquor.

My body the bottle and my blood the liquor

and I drink and drink to forget that the bottle is killing me alive

so goodbye.

Postal Art

Posted: December 4, 2010 in Art, Immigration, My life

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Postal Art

Posted: December 4, 2010 in Art, Immigration, My life