Sometimes we have heard speak of them, but it is little what we really know about its customs, traditions and of its ethnic identity. They are the inhabitants of ravines, the caves on the rock, of the heights, the abysmal slopes and depths that the Gods equipped to them for their safekeeping.
tarahumaras, or as they themselves are called rarámuris, they escudriñan to us and they watch. For more than four hundred years they have been resisting, with invulnerables firmness and value, to the strange elements: the civilization (western, of course), the mestization, the wars, the winter, the beasts and noxious animals of all type, the storms, the invaders, the cutting, the droughts and the hunger. On foot, to horse, in donkey, with the drums to the back and the rudimentary violin in hand, rarámuris, always coming from distant spot, they lower by the steep ways of Ravine of Cobre, to arrive at the small catholic church from Mission of Tewerichic. It arrives in unison playing its primitive.
The enormous drums resound and raises in adminisering extreme unction to the joy. They are contentments. Again, as of today, the hoped one, the great celebration. God is going to be satisfied sharing rejoicing with its piston rods rarámuris and thus it will protect its families, their animals and their harvests. The life will be better if we assured the happiness God. The young people, the old ones, the women and the children will dance to the compass of their own music that is interrupted, for the dream, hardly hours of the dawn. In the house of the religious authorities the food will be arranged: pinole, tortillas, frijoles… andtesgüino, licor of maize. tesgüino for all Sunday will arrive, will be the culmination at the end of the ceremony.
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