There was around 11 p.m. o'clock, when I was walking with my friends, the Oaxaca's downtown streets. We stopped in front of Santo Domingo's Church, when, in a side, I saw a little square, with palm trees and little green spots. The quietly and peaceful of the place was magic, there was not souls at all. The freshness was feeling, the fragance of the moist grass and the brief sound of the palms moved with the wind.
I walked the stone pavement street, and then, in that moment, I understood, that I was living in peace... it was being part of my breath... that I was part of God.
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, México. October, 1995.