Note from the Editor:

Translated into Spanish by Deana Cardona, Spanish Copy Editing by Devora Barrera González

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THE WAY, FROM OVER THERE

Nican mopohua

Aqui se narra

Here it is told

You get the idea.

This Full Moon resonates with ancestral spirits

Those ghosts of past generations,

Who watch silently over our lives,

May be heard tonight…

WHIS PER ING

wisdom and guidance.

But I wonder,

Why do they suddenly have so

much guidance from beyond?

Why is it they never

shared this wisdom while here?

Do they bring stories?

Do they carry songs?

Do they deliver curas or curses?

My hairs

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The cacophony of celebration and overindulgence juxtaposed with t

Mala Nota kept it lively and fun last weekend at Flamingo Cantina and ushered in the beginning of Daylight Savings time with their upbeat big banda sound. The contemporary Latin rock band based out of Austin, Texas brought fans out onto the dance floor as soon as they took the stage.

What started out as a sparsely filled room earlier in the evening suddenly began to fill up with one of their most energetic anthems, “Sucia Ley”. A tune that really showcases Mala Nota’s socially conscious lyrics,

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