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Sweet Guatemala, every gravestone of your mansion bears a drop of ancient blood devoured by the jaguars' snouts.
Alvarado crushed your kin, smashed the astral stele, wallowed in your martyrdom.
And in Yucatán the bishop followed upon the pale jaguars.
He gathered up the most profound wisdom apprehended in the air since the first day of the world, when the first Maya recorded in writing the river's tremor, the science of pollen, the wrath of the Gods of the Elements, the migrations through the first universes, the beehive's laws, the green bird's secret, the language of the stars, secrets of day and night reaped on the shores of earthly development!