Bloodcurdling nakedness. Terror. Fear.

Fields sowed with cadavers.

The genocides can´t remain hidden all the time.

The light reveals the truth.

We were witnesses to the terror in the second half of the twentieth century.

How many cries have been poured out in Guatemala.

Martyrology: commitment with the history.

Sculls with vacant eyes looking within,

Looking backward, looking toward the past...

Bones of hands that left their work midway.

Feet that never finished walking their path

Each canvas is a cry.

The martyrs stopped right there.

Faded flowers.

Broken bodies.

Pieces of sadness.

Silenced smile.

The light scarcely plays in the canvases, each one is a window

To show the terror to the world.

The testimony of suffering, of cruelty.

to this shameless (tattered) page of the history

O this page of the book that will stay open

For the future generations.

¡Naked indifference!

Death:

¿Who can understand

the horrible desolation that this word provokes?

It reduces the heart to a loneliness

and a parchedness that is unsupportable for nature.

That needs remembering

There is no description here just effects.

The colors of suffering...

Humberto Ak'abal